This is Magic: Ereri Harry Potter AU! Fanfiction

Chapter 11: First Match and Christmas Times

As the days passed and turned into weeks, Eren slowly recovered. His life would never be the same without his parents, but he was learning to live with it and accept his circumstances. Levi was there every step of the way, silently providing support and comfort. It wasn’t his forte, exactly, but he tried his hardest to help his best friend.

On a particularly freezing Saturday in December, the boys were walking down a second floor corridor. There was a silence between the two, but it was peaceful. Eren was humming lightly as he studied the pictures on the wall to his left. The paintings were lovely; they ranged from landscapes to portraits to abstract works. Eren particularly loved the sceneries. He couldn’t fathom how painters could capture such beauty with a brush and some paint.

As the first years passed a rather large portrait, a voice rang out. “Levi? Est-ce tu?”  Eren and Levi both turned their heads simultaneously, searching for the voice’s source. “Par ici! Sur le mur,” the voice rang out again. Eren’s eyes darted around the corridor with confusion. Levi, however, calmly stepped backwards and looked at the large portrait that Eren had previously overlooked.

Eren joined him and looked at the portrait more carefully. The man depicted was obviously old; that much could be told by his wrinkles and gray beard. His hair was black, peppered with gray streaks, and his skin was very fair. His appearance was extremely similar to Levi, and Eren looked between the two curiously.

“Levi! Je savais que ce était tu. Je ne ai jamais pensé que je verrais le jour,” the man said excitedly, peering down at the younger raven. Levi gazed up at him evenly.

“Is he speaking French?” Eren asked, glancing at Levi with his brow furrowed.

“Sadly, yes,” Levi sighed, directing his attention back to the man in the portrait. “Bonjour, grand-père. Ça va?” Levi spoke fluently, much to Eren’s surprise.

The man laughed and smiled kindly. “Je parle anglais aussi, vous savez.” Levi and the man spoke for a minute or two, and Eren stood by Levi’s side, fidgeting slightly. It was always awkward when someone couldn’t understand a conversation. Finally, Levi seemed to finish talking, and pulled on Eren’s robes.

“Come on, we haven’t fed our cats yet,” Levi urged. Eren complied easily and followed behind the silver-eyed boy. After a few minutes, the brunet spoke up.

“I didn’t know you spoke French."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you.”

Eren pouted silently behind Levi, staring at the back of his head. Somehow, Levi knew that Eren was sulking, and rolled his eyes, not bothering to look back.

“It’s really cool that you know another language,” Eren tried again. Levi just hummed in response, just letting Eren know that he heard him, but not exactly answering. Eren huffed.

“How did you learn it?” There, that was a question that Levi can’t just shake off. Levi sighed, although he wasn’t actually as annoyed as he seemed. It was just something that he hadn’t spoken about in a long time.

“My mom was French. I was born and raised in France until I was seven, when my mother died. My dad wanted to leave the country because it reminded him too much of her, so we moved to England. That’s why I can speak English as well.”

Eren gaped in amazement. “But that means that you’ve only been here for four years! And you can speak English fluently, with no accent??”

“Well, that much is obvious, no?”

At this point, the boys had just arrived in the Gryffindor common room. Because it was the weekend, a lot of people were lazing around by the fire. There were a few students huddled in the corner tables, desperately trying to finish the huge loads of work that their classes assigned them.