Harry Potter Preferences

How You Meet

Harry:

You stood in the main hall at Gringotts, while your father spoke with a colleague of his. You were listening at first, but soon grew bored of the conversation and zoned out. You daydreamed about magic and your friends and your upcoming second year at Hogwarts. You were soon broken out of your reverie by heavy footsteps. Looking up, you discovered that Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, had walked in, trailed by a boy in baggy and dirty clothes. He looked to be a year younger than you, with shaggy black hair and bright green eyes. You eyes searched him, until you caught sight of the lightening shaped scar on his forehead. Harry Potter... great.

Before you realized you were doing it, you found yourself walking towards Hagrid. He noticed you and smiled, as you were one of the only students who made an effort to visit him.

"Hello there Y/N!"

"Hey, Hagrid! How are you?" You questioned, smiling widely.

"I'm doing alright," he smiled and turned to Harry. "Harry, meet Y/N Y/L/N. Second year Gryffindor, one of the brightest witches I've ever met." You blushed and nodded at Harry. "Y/N, meet Harry Potter."

"Hi." Harry had a soft voice, you noticed.

"Are you nervous?" You asked, laughing when you noticed he seemed to be scanning the room, amazed.

"A little.." He looked down, shyly. You smiled.

"Don't worry. Hogwarts is great. I'm sure the great son of Lily and James Potter will be sorted into Gryffindor, so at least you'll know me!" He smiled a little, seemingly unconvinced. "Seriously. Harry, you'll be fine." You placed a hand on his arm, and he smiled a bit more convincingly this time. You heard your father call you over and turned to see him gesture towards the door. "Bye, Harry. See you, Hagrid." You smiled and walked towards your father, Harry smiling at your back.

Ron:

You looked around the hall nervously. You were shocked. Amazed. Scared. Everything. Your parents were both muggles so all of this was so bizzare.

"Are you a first year?" A voice from behind you rang out. Turning, you shyly nodded. "Well, come on. Follow me." You followed the redhead to the group of first years you had lost track of. Along the way, he'd mentioned that his name was Ron and that he was a Second year Gryffindor.

"I'm Y/N." You said quietly. He turned to you and smiled, before wishing you luck and heading off to the Gryffindor table. You took a deep breath when they called your name and headed to the front. A few moments after the hat was placed on your head, it shouted out "Hufflepuff!" and the table began to cheer loudly. Shakily, you started towards the Hufflepuff table, but not before catching Ron's eye while he gave you a thumbs up.

(I know that Ron and Harry weren't at their second year sorting, but let's pretend, for the sake of this preference.)

Hermione:

You were walking through the library, searching for something that caught your eye. Being a Ravenclaw, you spent a lot of your time reading. You ran your fingers along the spines of dozens of books, yet nothing grabbed your attention. Someone, however, did. You saw a girl with long brown hair passed by the aisle you were in and recognized her immediately. Hermione Granger. She was smart. Really smart. Almost a know it all. You could appreciate someone with a lot of knowledge. You smiled to yourself and jogged to catch up with her.