Fighting Darkness

0.8 (EDITED)

"So it's true then. Harry and Alice Potter are finally at Hogwarts."

Harry whipped around and came face to face with an overgrown blond ferret with two large chunks of meat next to him.  With a quick glace, Harry knew that this is one person he would very gladly ignore.

"Who the hell are you?" Harry demanded, scolding himself for swearing, again.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The blond was obviously expecting a reaction to his name or something, but whatever he expected he hasn't gotten. His grey eyes snapped in the direction of Ron, who was quietly snickering.

"I don't need to ask who you are. Red hair, hand me down robes. You must be a Weasley." He said the name Weasley as if he was talking about a repulsive bug that he'd found squished at the bottom of his new shoes?

Ron blushed crimson and looked away, mumbling something about "these are new robes" before stepping sideways so he was half hidden behind the twins.

Harry on the other hand, dropped his sisters hand and walked right up to the Malfoy boy. The boy was ridiculously short compared to Harry, and he'd obviously had practice on controlling his magic, while Harry hadn't. The air around him seemed a bit colder than everywhere else.

"Don't you dare insult or tease a Weasley in front of me or God help me, I will kill you with nothing but a quill, and let me tell you, it isn't that hard." He shoved the blond back and stood back next to his friend and sister, frowning as the boy tried to get up, before he tripped on his robes, his perfectly gelled back hair now standing up in odd places.

Before Malfoy could do anything more, a greying lady with a stern face came walking though the heavy oak doors, her dark blue robes flittering behind her like a cape.

"Mr. Malfoy, what on earth are you doing on the floor?" She asked, her Scottish accent very pronounced.

"Potter shoved me!" Malfoy growled. "He's already acting as if he's superior to everyone else!"

The lady turned to look at Harry who again had his sisters hand held in his own. "Is this true Mr. Potter?"

"No ma'm. He said rude stuff about Ron and then he fell over his robes. I think they are too big." Harry found his speech always got worse around new people and it annoyed him to no ends.

The room was shocked at how easily he went from scary and threatening to innocent and weak in a matter of seconds.

"Get up Malfoy. You're just lucky you haven't been placed in a house yet. I would have taken a good ten points from your house." Then lady snapped, turning away from the overgrown ferret.

Malfoy glared at Harry. "I'll get you for this." He hissed venomously, his hands clenched at his sides as he stumbled to get up again.

Somehow, the lady didn't hear him. Harry guessed she did, and just didn't care. He'd learned that select few adults cared. 

"First off, I am Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house and deputy headmistress of this school." The lady- McGonagall- began, addressing all of the new students.

"Now, houses. There are four houses at Hogwarts. Gryffindor for the brave, Ravenclaw for the studious, Hufflepuff for the loyal and Slytherin for the cunning."

"Each of you will put on the sorting hat, which will chose which house you belong to. Your house will be like your family while at Hogwarts. You will gain points for good behaviour and magical achievement and lose them for misbehaviour."

"At the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the house cup."

She surveyed the small first years with eyes like a cat. Harry felt very uncomfortable under her gaze. 

"Now, in a few minutes, you will enter the great hall and you will be sorted. Follow me."

With that, the lady turned away sharply, leaving the kids to scramble to catch up to her.