Gordon Ramsay teaching Hogwarts Students

8 (Finne POV)

I'm Auth Orsnote, and I tell you what the author wants to say to you. Xer words will be in quotations during the story chapters, but not before or after. My opinion will not, and neither will xers before or after the chapters.

So sorry for this taking so long! I love you all! Harry Potter is not mine. Neither is Kat Potter. They belong to BunnyGirlHP (Wattpad still isn't letting me mention properly). I have a scene that I got the idea from the Wattpad users in the screenshot above. Thanks you guys.

Swearing. Censored use of the derogatory term for Magbob (Magbob is the American term for Muggleborn).

Remember:

"Fred"
"George"
"Both twins"
-~-Talking to a non-reptile animal-~-
*Parseltongue*
Thoughts/memories
$Gobbledegook$
'Foreign language'

"Singing"

'Writing'

"Y'all ready?" I asked.

"A-as ready as I can be," a boy named Neville stuttered.

"It's okay," a nerdy girl named Hermione assured him. "You'll be fine. I'm sure that you'll be happy in your House."

"You're probably right. What House are you hoping for?"

"I think I'd want Ravenclaw," Hermione smiled.

"Hufflepuff," Neville sighed.

"Gryffindor," Kat laughed.

"I'll be happy with whatever the Hat chooses," Harry and I answered.

"With Harry," Dudley grinned.

"I'll be murdered if I'm not in Slytherin," Draco looked down.

My hair looked like someone had splattered ketchup on one stripe, whilst Harry looked like his hair was covered in ketchup.

"He touches you, I'll murder him," Harry growled.

Everyone's eyebrows raised. "Harry, if everyone here will excuse my French," 'What the fuck?'

That got smiles from the entire crew. "Harry, don't murder anyone. And by the way, you have no idea how much I wanted to do to the adult Dursleys when I found out what they'd been doing to you and would have done to Dudley. But they're still alive. Keep that anger in check."

Harry cooled himself and looked scared.

"Harry, it's okay. Everyone has dark thoughts."

"Thanks. Draco, are you okay?"

Draco looked puzzled. "I'm okay."

"I think he means 'is your dad a shitty dad?'."

"Oh. No, he isn't. He just lets me be mostly, so long as I don't follow Dumbledore. And to be honest, I don't know why he's so great."

"Okay. I'm just looking out for you. You're all nice people, clearly."

I smiled. This was going to be a good year. Can't possibly be anything bad this year.

"Finne, why are you looking up at my luggage?"

~Hello, I'm breaking the lines again!~

"Shit, where'd my toad go?" Neville swore.

"What's its name?" I asked.

"His name is Trevor. Why does that help?"