Survivor (Twilight/Harry Potter Crossover) - Book 1

Chapter 5

Lexi's POV

"Over there! Look"

"The one next to the Weasley?"

"He has the scar!"

"There's the girl who got sorted twice!"

"How's that even possible?"

Whispers followed Harry wherever he went. Soon, people started talking about me over the sorting last night. People were craning their necks to get a look at the famous Harry Potter and his equally famous scar. I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable.

There were so many staircases. 142, to be exact (thanks Hermione). They were always moving. One day, one staircase would leaed towards the east side. Then, it would decide it wanted to scare the hell out of First Years trying to find their way around, by moving to face the south side. There were strange doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely and solid walls pretending to be doors to confuse First Years. I saw one kid walk straight into the wall. It wouldn've hurt.

There were also ghosts that were no help at all when you needed a guide. Sir Nicholas and his nearly decapitated head was happy to help First Years.

But then there was Peeves, the school poltergeist. He was always leading confused First Years the wrong way. Trying to get past him when you were already late for class is, well, utterly impossible. He would drop wastepaper on your head, pull rugs from under your feet and grab your nose, yelling, "I'VE GOT YOUR CONK!"

But he didn't dare bother me. The first time he dropped waastepaper on me, I planned a prank on him with Fred and George. He was strolling down the corridors, waiting to attack an innocent First Year. So I stood there pretending to be lost and needing help. Peeves, being the idiot he is, tried to lead me in the wrong direction. This was where the Terrible Twins (Fred and George, obviously) came in. They pretended to be the Bloody Baron, the only person Peeves is afraid of. He was cowering with fear. The 'Bloody Baron' told Peeves not to bother me or taunt me anymore. Ever since then, Peeves floats away fast when he sees me.

If it's even possible, even worse than Peeves is the school caretaker, Mr Filch. He's always stalking around, making sure kids don't do anything he thinks is 'stupid', which believe me, is way different to our idea of stupid. Harry, Ron and I managed to get on his bad side on the first day. We accidentally were going to go through the door that led to the third floor (we thought it was a different room) but Peeves for some reason distracted Filch by dropping a chest down the hall. We ran away, but Filch saw us running off so now we're on his watch-list.

Then there's Mrs Norris, Filch's stupid cat. Normally, I like cats, but Mrs Norris is an animal replica of her owner, constantly watching what students do. If you step one toe out of line, she'll whisk off to rat you out to Filch and you'll get in trouble within a matter of seconds. Fred and George taught Harry, Ron and I all the secret passages so only we knew where they were.

Then, when you finally find your class, there's the trouble itself. There's more to it than muttering stupid words under your breath while waving your wand. I managed to pay attention and I am actually doing pretty well. I also ask Hermione for assistance sometimes since she's like some child wizard prodigy.

We have to study the night stars for Astronomy and know the names of all the constellations and the movement of all the planets. Stupid Astronomy.

In Herbology, we learn the names of all the different plants and how to properly take care of them. 

History of Magic was like a death trap. It was easily THE most boring class ever, but it was pretty easy. With Professor Binn's monotone voice that constantly droned on, I admit, I have fallen asleep a couple of times.