My Life

Ravenclaw

Soo... Let us begin!!

Dumbledore was shocked. How could a dead boy come here? His plans were failing. He needed that boy dead not alive. Michael should hate his brother. He should do something. It was thanks to the notice-me-not charm that nobody saw me fall from his chair while Minerva called his name. He needed to do something. He was Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the light. His plans can't fail.

Dumbledore's thoughts were interrupted when the hat shouted Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore was sighed in relief mentally. If that boy went to the same house as Michael, then Merlin knows what will happen.

Harry quietly stood from the stool, gave the hat to McGonagall, and went to sit at the eagle's nest. Nobody was talking or eating. Cause nobody knew the Boy-who-lived had a brother. Michael on the other hand had fallen unconscious. He thought his brother was dead and he can't troll him. But how wrong he was.

Ron Weasley on the other hand had his eyes come out. He couldn't believe it. His best friend had a brother? Why didn't he tell him? Maybe he didn't know it himself.

Hermione Granger was fuming. She had read all the books that mentioned the Boy-who-lived but she never read a single sentence saying he had a brother. Plus the thing that boy did to her and her friends was also rude.

Lily, James, and Sirius had tears in their eyes. They couldn't believe it. Their Son/Pup was alive. Lily was planning to knock some sense into Dumbledore after the feast for lying about her child's death. Unknown to her, all the teachers except Snape had the same thoughts. James was looking at his eldest son with pride. He was a perfect replica of him. Black messy hair, face like him and eyes... he got from his Lily.

Sirius had other ideas. He wanted to prank Dumbledore for lying about his pup. He wanted to blast his precious sherbet lemon and wanted to set fire on the old man's beard.

They all watched as Harry went and sat down on the Ravenclaw table.

Minerva McGonagall and the other staff were shocked. Never they expected Dumbledore to lie to them. They had made up their mind.

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After the shocking sorting was over, Dumbledore stood up.

"Let the feast, begin," he said in his grandfatherly tone.

Suddenly various types of food came across all of the tables. Harry had never seen this much food. But decided not to rush and eat calmly. He looked at his mom, dad, and godfather who were eating. But Harry could tell by their faces that something was wrong. He quickly took a glance at the Gryffindor table. Man what a bad idea that was. His brother and that Weasley kid were eating like wild boars who have never seen food. They were eating without manners, knives, or a fork. He quickly looked away before he get some funny feeling in his stomach.

A 5th year Ravenclaw prefect who introduced herself as Penelope Clearwater looked at me.

"What happened Mr. Potter? Is something wrong with the food?" she asked looking at me.

"No it's just that... look at them you will understand," I said pointing my hand at my brother and his friend.

She looked at them and immediately looked back with the same feeling.