Controlling

Chapter 5

The silence in the cabin has been going on for more than half an hour, while Harry grabbed his book and was reading, Draco had, too, taken out a book and was reading too.

Their peace was interrupted when the door was slamed open by a brown haired girl with a familiar face.

"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost his" the girl said, looking around the cabin while trying to be discreet and peek at their foreheads.

"No, but maybe you should be looking for your manners instead" Harry replied casually, not even glancing up from his book.

Hermione blushes red and stormed off almost breaking the door in the processes when she closed it.

"She looks like a muggleborn" Draco sneered before going back to his book.

"She is one" Harry commented "After all, wizards raised on the wizard world have the manners she lacks" Ron popped up on his mind "Well, most of them" he added.

Speak of the the devil and he shall appear.

Ron Weasley slamed the door open, took one glance at their foreheads and left without saying anything.

"Rude" Draco, once again sneered.

"And he was very discreet about those glances of his, at least the girl was more discreet than him" Harry commented.

"Hm hm" Draco agreed before going back to his book.

Since then, the trip to Hogwarts was calm with only Draco's friends stopping by.

Harry stood in the plaform as he followed the crowd of first years who were attracted by the loud voice of the gatekeeper, Hagrid.

He stood at the back of the crowd, hands in his pockets with a relax posture, yet his expressionless face made many glance at him and shiver a little, after all, no one can completely block off his own emotions as Harry does.

The children followed the half-giant to the boats where they were told to embark in groups of four.

Harry, Draco, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were all on the same boat.

It was hard for Harry seeing Hogwarts again after such a long time, it was even harder due to the memories this place holds for him.

But he endure it and entered the castle.

The warm and familiar magic of Hogwarts embraced him as a mother welcoming her son home.

Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let it go, but it wasn't enough to stop the memories of the past from coming back at him.

Harry was making his way to the Great Hall, his two friends in front of him, if he can still call them that.

The conversations he had overheard while on the train was replaying over and over on his mind.

Due to that, he barely ate on dinner time and didn't fall asleep when he was on bed.

With nothing to do and knowing he won't fall asleep anytine soon, Harry grabbed the map and his cloak and left the Grinffidor Tower.

With his eyes focused on the map on one hand and holding his wand with lumos spell on the tip on the other hand, Harry made his way to the library.

Why? Even he didn't know the answer, but a feeling on his gut told him to go there, so that's what he did.

With steps lighter than feathers, Harry made his way to the library.

Rows upon rows of books greeted him as he passed through the corridors, a hand touching the books, feeling the rough texture of the letters.

His eyes boredly scanned the titles until he suddenly froze, eyes fixed on one book and hand frozen in the air.

How to know if you are affected by...

Althought, the tittle was like this, once Harry opened it, the index showed the rest of the phrase.

... lycanthropy
... potions
... blocks
... venoms
... curses
...

It had more, but Harry only focused on the potions and blocks part.

Harry came back when the sound of screams rang through the room.

He glanced at the ghosts who had caused the muggleborns to scream in fright.

As if sensing his gaze on them, the ghosts turned to look at him, they froze and paled, if a ghost can even pale.

Harry now knows that there's three types of ghosts: souls who were cursed to forever remain on the land of the living, souls who have unfinished business on the land of the living and souls who have somehow escaped the land of the death and returned to the land of the living. Hogwarts holds the three of them, tho the last ones are the minority.

Harry nodded at them and narrowed his eyes at the ones he know should be on death's land, those who were his target shift uncomfortably and moved further from him.

Prof. McGonagall came after a while, she ordered the first years to form two lines before opening the doors to the Great Hall.

Like many before them, the children had amazed and full of wonder faces as they stare at the celling and glanced around the giant room.

And right at the other side of the room were seated the teacher of the school.

Harry casted his eyes down, eyes which were filled with supressed hatred and anger, the hand that had formed a fist had blood dripping down, but no one noticed it since Hogwarts' magic clean up any evidence of it.

No one noticed it even when the Headmaster's eyes were sparkling as he look at the new kids, after all his prize chest piece is among them.

When everyone stood in front of the professors table, Prof. McGonagall stopped them and place a hat on top of a wooden chair.

The sorting played out according to Harry's memory that is until it reached his turn and he sat down to be sorted out.

'Well, well, what do we have here?'

(Revised)