(Y/N) (L/N) and the Boy Who Lived

First Year - Chapter 4

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"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid called.

"All returning students this way please!" I called. Most of them smiled and greeted me like old friends... well, Fred and George were slightly different.

"Hello love," Fred greeted.

"Stop calling me that, Fred!"

"But you have so much love in you it only makes sense that some of that love goes to you, love."

"George!"

I then noticed people were staring and waiting for instructions.

"Hehe sorry about that, off to the Great Hall we go!"

After I led the returning students to school using the regular route, I waited around for Aunt Minerva to pass by on her way to the first years, as I was to enter their waiting area with her.

When she finally came, I went and followed right behind her. When I saw the new students(and some might just be my future house mates!) I couldn't help but grin inwardly. I had to keep a straight face though.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Aunt Minerva began. "In a moment, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your Houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While here, your House is, in many ways, your family. Your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you-"

"TREVOR!" a boy yelled at the sight of his toad on the steps. He retrieved it, but was intimidated by my aunt and quickly went back into the group. No one's ever interrupted her like that before...

"...will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily." She then turned her attention to me. "Look after the new students while I'm gone."

"Yes Aunt Minerva." I then watched as she left before I heard it suddenly break out into half-madness.

"So it's true then, what they're saying on the train," a boy voice began. I turned and saw the blonde boy from Madam Malkin's... ugh. "HarryPotter has come to Hogwarts."

I heard as the first years whispered the mentioned name, but I just stood there. Harry Potter? Is there some significance to that particular name? The blonde then went up to a raven-haired boy, also from Madam Malkin's.

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy... DracoMalfoy." Well that name's not the best one I've heard... I heard some former student by the name Malfoy went bad and served a Dark Wizard... I then heard someone snicker at the blonde's name. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley." Wait, that boy with the red hair is one of Fred and George's brothers? Malfoy then turned back to Potter... that's his name right? "You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He then extended his hand to Potter.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Potter said cooly. I noticed how Malfoy looked shocked for a second and then gave Potter a death glare. Time to intervene.

"Now now, boys. Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy, I think you two should maybe be on opposite sides of the room. This is a big area. No need to be squeezed together right?"

People gave me questioning looks as they spread out. I couldn't help but notice Malfoy looking at me as if he seemed to be forgetting something and trying to remember... and somehow I was related to it. I then felt a tap on my shoulder with a scroll and stepped aside.