The big three at Hogwarts!

Professor problems

Percy's POV

I stood in the dark doorway watching Harry and the quiet boy from earlier. I was silently laughing at the next thing that happened. I watched the shadow covered corner as a hard to spot figure appeared there. Nico had shadow travelled from behind me to the corner trying to spook the boys out. I know, I know, we're so mean spooking kids 5 years younger than me. Around 59 for Nico technically but biologically around 3.

He said in a deep voice, "You punks disrespectin' me? I could put ya through the floor in seconds!". The round-faced boy squeaked in fear. Harry froze before slowly curling up. Then he asked, "W-who are y-you and why are you h-here?" between deep breaths that were doing nothing to help him.

"Scarface, relax it's just me messin' around. I'm not gonna hurt you. It's Nico and Aquaman's over there. Pinecone face is still in the common room but I can get her if-" Nico got cut off.

"Let me, no offence but you're probably gonna make it worse. Harry was right, it's gonna be hard to get peace and quiet here with you two." The boy smiled shyly at us before whispering into Harry's ear that no one's gonna hurt him and that he was there to help. Harry soon came to his senses.

"Wow, kid! You really know your stuff, how'd ya get him to be okay so quickly?" I spoke.

 "I suffer from panic attacks myself so I need to know really. Neville Longbottom. I already know who you Americans are. Can I ask you something?" Neville asked.

"You just did. However, proceed to ask more." I answered. "Why if you're American did you come to Hogwarts? There are American magic schools you know."

"Our Dads thought it better to be sent here," Nico answered not entirely lying, just not telling the full truth. "Right," Neville was satisfied with that answer.

"So how do you lot know each other?" Neville asked.

 "Well, me, Nico and Thalia are cousins. Our fathers are brothers. They don't exactly get along though, so we didn't meet each other 'till about 3 years ago at a summer camp. We met Harry in Diagon Alley and Ron and Hermione on the train when she was looking for your toad. Did you find him?" I answered as truthfully as possible. Neville nodded and pulled a toad out from behind him. 

"His name's Trevor. He likes to run off a lot."

"That sucks man," I said. The creak of the door was heard so we turned around. 

"Harry, you okay? We didn't mean to pry. You can tell us in your own time." Thalia whispered loudly to the dark room.

Thalia's POV

I felt bad then. We shouldn't have pried, but we did. It really wasn't okay. He should tell us in his own time. That's what I told him. He answered with a quiet "It's 'kay. I should've told you instead of getting annoyed." That really set me off. 

"Harry James Potter! You shouldn't tell someone something if you don't want to. We were in the wrong, not you! Stop now. Tell us because you're ready, not because we want you too."

Third person

Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Draco felt alone without his new friends. Harry was his best friend. Sure he had Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, but they weren't the same. Almost all his friends were in Gryffindor. "Mate, you okay?" Blaise asked frowning. 

"I'm fine. Just thinking how I'm going to kill Crabbe and Goyle. It's not okay to hurt my friends and only get away with a warning from an extremely scary, tall and sassy girl. They will pay for hurting Harry." He growled out spitting the names of the two boys.