RAVENCLAW!

2. Tales and Teachers

When Harry woke up he kept his eyes closed. Like this he could pretend that everything was true.

At least until Aunt Petunia would knock on the door of his cupboard he could pretend to lie in a four poster with blue curtains inside a magical castle.

Knock-Knock.

Okay, there it was. Goodbye, wonderful dream.

"Come on, first years! Get up! Breakfast in ten minutes!"

Harry was confused.
It was a male voice and it sounded nothing like Dudley or Uncle Vernon.
And usually he would be the one, who had to prepare breakfast in the first place.

Wait a minute!

First years?

He opened his eyes in a heartbeat and found himself in a big circular room with five beds.
Four posters with sky blue silk eiderdowns and velvet blue curtains.

It was real!

His face lit up in a smile an he jumped to his feet exitedly. Harry put on his robes in a rush and made his way down to the great hall.

Smiling like a madman and also kind of nervous he crossed the entrance hall and walked through the huge doorway.
It seemed like it wasn't forbidden to sit at different house's tables. Harry could make out some of the older Hufflepuffs sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
So he decided to join the Gryffindors and looked out for a certain redhead.

And he found him! Actually he found four of them sitting together at the other end of the long wooden table. Harry identified them as Ron and his siblings, whom he remembered from the train station.
Percy, the prefect -how could he not remember that he was a prefect as he made it as obvious as possible- and the twins, Fred and George. As the black haired boy walked by, he asked:

"Morning, mind if I sit here?"

"Hey, Harry! Remember my brothers?"

Harry took a seat next to Ron,

"Yeah, of course! Though I can't tell who of you is Fred and who George."

The twins played exasperated looks.

"How could you..."

"Such ridiculous names..."

"Of course we are not called like this!"

"This is Gred..."

"...and this is Feorge." (A/N: I'm so sorry but I just had to do this once! I promise I'll never do it again xxx)

"Pleasure to meet you again!"

They said the last sentence in perfect unison.
Harry laughed.
He'd taken a liking to them since he saw them playing the prank on their mother.

"Nice to see you again. Too bad I hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor. It would of been much fun. At least more fun than being stuck up with Malfoy all year."

"Poor boy",

said Percy,

"Did you know his parents were said to be death eaters? But his father works at the ministry and the Malfoys are a 'noble' family of purebloods, so they haven't been arrested."

"What are death eaters? Or purebloods?"

The Weasley boys looked shocked.
As if he, Harry, of all people should be the one person to know this stuff although nobody told him.

"Death eaters were You-Know-Who's followers, all of them are purebloods, people who's ancestors were all wizards, and they all were in Slytherin at school!",