Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~settling~

After the sorting I walk to the Slytherin table. Suddenly a Slytherin girl caught my eye, who I must've missed in the train and during the sorting. "Hey Amanda! What are you doing here? You never told me you were a witch!" Amanda LeStrange. My girlfriend, she's here, in the same house as me. That softens the pain a bit. "Hey Dan! Come sit here!" And she moves a little bit. "This is Vincent Goyle, our grandparents are friends." And she points to the guy sitting next to me. "And Goyle, this is Dan Smith, the guy I told you about." Formally we shake hands. I'll have to do it with these two if I want to survive here.

After dinner, professor Malfoy brings us to the Slytherin dungeons. This will be our bedrooms for the next years. There are two beds in each room, boys and girls separated. I turn around to ask Goyle, but he already chose another guy. Eventually a little guy is the leftover. He got black hair and a big nose. He will be my roommate. Remy Snape will be my roommate.

"So, what's your opinion on the Battle of Hogwarts?" Remy asks me. "The What? Sorry, I'm muggle-born, I've never heard of that. Can you tell me?" Remy starts to tell. "The Battle of Hogwarts actually meant the end of the Dark Lord. Oh, you don't know him as well? Let's just say he was a wizard with very good ideas, a hero actually. The coward Harry Potter killed him. I mean: Expelliarmus, are you serious?!" Oh so that's how he's thinking about it. "Expelliarmus?" "A spell to steal somebody else's wand. I mean, if you kill a hero like that at least use an unforgivable curse. But there's rumors, that the Dark Lord still lives. That he got a grandchild, in who his blood is floating. Also there's rumors about a Potter being a Slytherin. Seriously, if I discover one of these people is a Potter, I'll kill him or her myself. Potters are cowards, betrayers. We can't trust them"