5sos Imagines

Hogwarts Imagine L.H (Part 1)

He knew he was fucked, since the first day he saw you at the train station. Your mother was with you to see you off on your first year, your father wasn't able to make it due to the fact that the whole Wizarding World loathed him and wished away with his existence. Luke was so entranced by you, that he didn't notice all the filthy looks everyone you passed by gave you, he didn't even notice his own family looking at you like that. Admittedly, he was very sheltered and only knew of the stories of You-Know-Who, and not of your father, so to Luke, you were just a normal first year.
He stood next to you during the sorting ceremony, though he was too afraid to talk to you. You looked so sweet and nice, he was sure you were a Gryffindor, maybe even a Hufflepuff. His heart was about to beat out of his chest when his name was called, pulling him out of his thoughts, he heard all of his older brother's friends yelling in unison, with the deepest voice they could muster, "Hemmings!" Luke could've sworn his face was the color of the Weasleys' hair. Once he sat down Professor McGonagall placed the hat on his head, Luke jumped slightly when he felt it move and he was ecstatic when the sorting hat shouted,
"Another Hemmings, eh? Gryffindor!"
Luke smiled widely and joined the Gryffindor house table, sitting next to a brown haired boy named Seamus Finnegan, who he talked to until they heard a very important name, known widely throughout the Wizarding World, was called out. Harry Potter. Everyone fell into an intense silence as they watched the famous boy take a seat, the sorting hat, after much consideration, put him in Gryffindor, and for some reason everyone felt obligated to clap and whoop for him. After everyone, settled down, another name was called, catching Luke's attention immediately.
"Y/n Y/l/n." McGonagall announced. Luke took notice that you didn't look nervous or scared at all, but instead, you looked...smug, as if you already knew what you'd be put in. You took a seat and smirked as the hat was placed on your head. Luke also noticed the room went silent again, but this time the air felt eerie and bitter, and honestly, a little uncomfortable.
"Y/l/n, hm? Let's place you after your father. Slytherin!" Your smirk turned into a toothy grin, knowing you'd have to write your father as soon as possible. You hopped off the chair and joined your house, cringing when you saw the only seat you could take was across from Malfoy. You've known him since you were little, he disgusted you then and he disgusted you now. He was a rich snob with his head up his arse. Your family was well off, just like the Malfoys, but your mother, a Hufflepuff, kept you humble.
Luke's good mood faded when the hat shouted that you were a definite Slytherin. He stole glances at you throughout the whole feast, listening in to the conversation his new house members were having. He watched as that prick, Draco Malfoy, tried to talk to you. You, however, seemed uninterested as you flipped your hair at him and kept talking to people around you.
To Luke's surprise, you were in his Transfiguration class. You were sat two seats behind Malfoy and one of his goons, Goyle. Malfoy had originally offered you the spot, but you would much rather sit next to literally anyone else, but given your father's history everyone was afraid to come up to you.
Your father was framed for a mass genocide of muggleborn and halfbloods while the Dark Lord was recruiting. Your father was trialed, he came out innocent, but some still believe he was one of one of the masterminds behind it, but he wasn't. He wasn't even a Death Eater. The stories about your father went to the back of people's minds when the news about Lily and James Potter being murdered and their son, Harry, surviving the Dark Lord.
Luke didn't know that about you though, he just knew that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. He blushed as he found the only seat available that wasn't in the front of the class was next to you. Hesitantly, he walked over and sat down, preparing his quill and ink, his notebook, and his wand.
"Typical Hemmings, always so prepared. Your mum's a Ravenclaw, yeah?" You spoke, amused. Luke cheeks heat up as he nodded.
"Yes, but my father is a Gryffindor, and so are my brothers." He explained.
"And now you." You smiled, nudging him playfully.
"Yeah, now me." He mumbled, you knew he was proud, you saw his face when he was placed in Gryffindor. Typical Gryffindor reaction, ask anyone.
"Y/n, is this idiot bothering you?" Malfoy asked. You saw Luke look down, playing with the end his tie.
"The only idiot bothering me right now is you." You reply sweetly. Malfoy huffed and roughly shoved Luke before knocking his notebook off the desk.
"You better watch yourself, Gryffindor." Malfoy warns before walking back to his seat. You rolled your eyes at his empty threat and turned to Luke.
"You good then, Hemmings?" You ask, ruffling his hair and giggling a bit.
"Yeah, just fine." He replies sarcastically.
"Don't even worry about Draco, he's nothing but a spoiled brat." You reassure. You saw Luke smile for the first time that day.
Soon McGonagall walked in, gave the assignment and for our amusement and reference, transformed herself into a cat and sat on top of her desk. Not soon after, the famous Harry Potter and his sidekick Ron came rushing in. They were panting and saying something along the lines of, "imagining the look on McGonagall's face if she were there," only for McGonagall to transform back into her natural witch form, and you didn't really pay attention to the rest, because you accidentally brushed your elbow against Luke's. You smirked at him as he began muttering out apologies, before deciding on nudging his elbow purposefully, causing him to mess up on the word he was on. He glared at you, his mouth going into a straight line, and in return you drew a dot on his cheek.
"Really?" Luke groaned and you chuckled in reply. A while later, the class was let out and you waited for Luke at the door. He held his books in one hand and the other was roughly wiping at his face, missing the mark completely.
"Here," you laughed, using your robe to wipe the dot off his face. "You're not so bad, Hemmings."
"I guess that's why I'm in Gryffindor." He deadpans, causing you to let out a good laugh.
"What class do you have next?" You ask him.
"History of Magic." He replies.
"Pity, I've got Defense Against the Dark Arts." You say, pursing your lips.
"It is a pity." Luke muttered under his breath, you barely heard him.
"What was that?" You question.
"Um, nothing. I said..um good luck, I'll uh, see you around." He stammered before running off.
"I count on it, Hemmings." You call after him.
The two of you became good friends, and would meet up outside off class, in your free periods. You sat by each other at quidditch matches, going for your own houses with playful rivalry. Luke would always tell you about how Harry, Ron, and Hermione getting caught with the troll, causing Gryffindor to lose points, but also gain some. You would've told him that Dumbledore always gives Gryffindor extra points so Gryffindor could win, but you liked to watch Luke get all flustered and angry. When Christmas came around, you and your parents went to Romania to see the dragons, you even sent Luke a picture of you holding a baby dragon, right after it hatched. He wrote back, saying how awesome it was and then went on ranting about how Potter almost got caught in the restricted area of the library, you could almost see the frustration on Luke's face as he wrote it all down. You got him a souvenir from Romania and he got you a basket full of candies and such.
"Y/n, I cannot believe they did it again!" Luke whined as he plopped down next to you in the courtyard.
"Who?" You ask, already knowing what he was about to say, but allowing him to continue for your own amusement.
"Those three idiots! They got caught walking around the corridors at night and got fifty points taken each!" He rants.
"Not fifty points each!" You gasp sarcastically, causing Luke to glare at you.
"Don't feel too bad, Hemmo, Slytherin got fifty points taken as well." You shrug.
"Really? Why?" He questions.
"Malfoy was the one who snitched on them, but the blithering idiot didn't realize that he was also wandering the corridor at night." You explaining the situation, both of you laughing at your stupid classmates. And towards the end of the year, the news of Harry and Quirrell spread throughout the school faster than the Golden Snitch on the quidditch field.
"Holy shit, Y/n, have you heard?" Luke asks once he sees you in the corridor. You roll your eyes and nod.
"I'd be ashamed if I hadn't." You sigh. Luke lazily wraps an arm around your shoulder and laughs.
"Oh, come on, you can't say that you're not impressed by it. I mean, You-Know-Who was there and Harry was there all while we were here, unaware. It's brilliant!" Luke beams.
"I'd be more impressed if Potter could pull a rabbit out of a hat." You say, shrugging Luke's arm off.
"What does that even mean?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"It's what muggles call magic." You explain.
"That's preposterous!" He exclaims, offended somehow.
"Indeed." You agree. "You'd be surprised what Professor Quirrell will talk about if you get him off topic in Defense class."
"Oh, I wonder whose doing that would be, getting him off topic and such." Luke says in a knowing tone.
"What can I say, I'm a curious student." You shrug.
"If by curious you mean peculiar, then indeed you are." Luke jokes, nudging you playfully.
You roll your eyes and smile, "That was good, I think I may be rubbing off on you yet, Hemmings."
"Oh no." He groans jokingly. Luke had easily become your best friend and you're so grateful that he is. He has been the only person to treat you normally in this whole establishment, even the professors send you knowing glares. But not Luke, his innocent mind hasn't been poisoned with the horrid stories passed on through the years. He treats you like a normal person for once in your life, for once in your life there's someone who wants to hang out with you for you and not because they're scared of you. Before long, the school year had come to an end, Gryffindor won the House Cup, and it was time to say goodbye to the boy you've grown so close to.
When you got on the train, you sat in the same compartment, just the two of you, mainly because most first years only stick to people in their own house. Also, people were still very much afraid of you, and Luke still being very much oblivious to it.
"You promise you'll write?" You ask as you put your luggage on the rack.
"I promise." Luke answers, honestly.
"Oi! We found him!" A loud voice boomed from the other side of the glass door.
"Oh no." Luke groaned, cringing as the third year meathead slid the door open.
"Well if it isn't baby Hemmings." The boy teased, pinching Luke's cheeks before sitting next to Luke.
"Jack 'as been lookin' all over for ya, mate." Another boy says, exasperated, sitting next and not taking much notice to you.
"You were s'pposed to meet Jack over in the third year car, he's been right worried 'bout ya." The first boy says, his voice still loud.
"I forgot, alright? Just piss off, James." Luke says, surprising everyone in the compartment.
"Well, look who grew a pair of balls in his first year." The second boy laughs.
"Oi, who's this little bird? A new friend, ay Lukey?" James asked looking at you.
"A Slytherin girl, ay?" The second boy says narrowing his eyes at you, you mirroring him with a much fouler scowl, causing him to sit back in his seat and scoot further away from you.
"Not just any Slytherin girl, Williams." James gasps.
"Just you wait 'til Jack sees this." Williams says, looking down the hall. "Jack, mate, you need to get in here!"
"Alright, alright! What is it that's so important?" A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, almost identical to Luke walked in, almost immediately smacking Luke upside the head. "That's for worrying me, you toshpop."
"Sorry." Luke apologized.
"Jack, look who he's sitting with." James quips.
"Y/l/n." Jack sneers. "Your father is a menace. He's the reason so many innocent wizards and witches were killed."
You didn't answer, you just let your gaze fall to your lap, it was no use to try and defend your father, you learned that once something is placed into the bitter mind of the ignorant, it's not so easy to try and change it.
"Jack, mate, what are you on about?" Luke questions, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You don't look at Luke, you just look out the window, trying to keep yourself together.
"She didn't tell you, mate? Her father was one of the masterminds behind the genocide of many innocent muggleborn and halfbloods. Following He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, he's got the mark, doesn't he?" Jack explains to Luke, before asking you. But you stay silent.
"Jack-"
"He's a filthy Death Eater, ain't he?" Jack pushes, ignoring Luke.
"Don't you talk about my father like that." You warn, turning to look at him.
"Or what?" Jack scoffs.
"Jack-" Luke tries.
"No, what's she going to do? Get her Death Eater father to murder me?"
"My father is not a Death Eater!" You yell at him, the angry tears in your eyes threatening to fall.
"Aw! She's gonna cry. How many good people do you think cried when your stupid, filthy excuse of a father killed all their loved ones." Williams teases. And that's when you lose it, you whip your wand out and point it at Jack, specifically.
"I said do not talk about my father like that." You say slowly, your voice an octave lower. You shake your head at his before lowering your wand and putting it away.
"I guess she's not like her killer father after all." James laughs, causing you to whip your head towards him, shutting him up immediately.
"You're all ignorant twats, you know that? Feeding off the stories you hear your stupid parents tell you! You don't know a thing about my father, or myself for that matter. You don't know the ridicule he went through, because idiots like yourselves jump in and assume things, even though you weren't even there. You're so quick to judge me and my family, but you lot are so much worse, just a bunch of ignorant savages who feed off other's shame to feel better about yourselves, to keep yourselves entertained. I'd say I feel bad for you, but you don't deserve my pity." You say before hasting grabbing your things and walking out of the compartment. You hear Luke call after you, but you ignore him. You go to the one cart, where you knew would make room for you. You take a deep breath before sliding the door open.
"Hello, sweetheart, I thought you weren't going to join me." Draco's smug voice rung out. You almost physically cringe.
"Changed my mind." You shrug. "But I see you room is full."
"Higgs, get out." He orders.
"But-"
"Now!" Draco cuts him off. Higgs is quick to his feet and scrambles out of the room. You take a seat and think to yourself, ignoring the conversation Draco was having with Goyle and Crabbe. If Luke wants to think of you as an evil Slytherin, maybe you should be, maybe you don't have to be that little bit of good anymore. You decide then that you weren't going to try and tell people your father was good, you decided then that you would be just as evil and menacing as Malfoy. Next year, they won't even be able to recognize you.