1 {One In The Same} Harry Potter Male OC Insert

Chapter 5- The Banquet

"Potter, Harry." Professor McGonagall said. Killian looked up at Harry. People were whispering about him too. He seemed nervous.

'If Harry doesn't get Gryffindor I'm gonna burn that hat.'

After a while the hat finally seemed to make up its mind. "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry took off the hat and shakily made his way to the Gryffindor table.

"We got Potter! We got Potter!" The twins yelled ecstatically. "Harry!" Killian shouted as he greeted Percy the Prefect. Harry looked over at Killian and grinned, taking a seat next to him.

Hagrid gave the boys a thumbs up. When it finally came to Ron's turn, he looked like he was going to be sick. Killian and Harry crossed their fingers under the table. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.

Killian and Harry clapped with the rest. Ron came down and collapsed into the seat next to Killian. "Well done, Ron. Excellent." Percy said to his brother.

Lastly, Blaise Zabini was made Slytherin. With that, McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took away the Sorting Hat. Killian looked down at the empty golden plate in front of him.

One look at Harry and he could tell they were both starving. Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. Killian paid attention. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" He sat back down.

Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. "Is he -- a bit mad?" he asked Percy uncertainly. "Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"

Harry gaped at the enormous piles of food that had appeared on the table. Roast chicken, Yorkshire Pudding, carrots, and many other foods covered the table. "Dumbledore's the best.... trust me Harry." Killian said as he stuffed his face with roast chicken.

Harry looked at Killian with a face that closely mimicked pure terror. The food had just appeared and there were already 5-- No, 6 chicken leg bones on his plate. Fred and George stifled a laugh.

"Hungry are you, Killian?" asked Fred as he grabbed at the pudding. Killian ripped off a huge piece of meat and stared at Fred with his mouth full, "What makes you say that?"

After Killian finished that, he took the whole platter of roast beef and sat it in front of himself. Nobody stopped him.

"That does look good..." a ghost near the table said solemnly. "I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost.

"I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."

"I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me about you -- you're Nearly Headless Nick!" "I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy --" the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted.

"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted.

"Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly.

Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So -- new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable -- he's the Slytherin ghost."