Celeste Shalom and the Philosopher's Stone

~Chapter 3~ {The Boy}

'Hullo,' Draco said to the boy, 'Hogwarts too?'

'Yes,' said the boy.

'Our parents are next door buying book's,' said Draco. He had a bored, drawling voice. 'Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow.'

Celeste nodded along with him.

"Me neither" Celeste said agreeing

The boy just stared at them, not saying anything.

'Have you got your own broom?' Draco went on.

'No,' said the boy.

'Play Quidditch at all?'

'No,'  the boy said again.

"Draco, let the poor boy be, he's probably a muggle" Celeste informed.

But Draco still ignored her, why was everyone ignoring her?

'I do – Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?'

"I agree too" Celeste joined in feeling left out.

'No,' said the boy. 

Yep, definitely a muggle.

'Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?'

"So am I!, The Malfoy's and the Shalom's have been Pure-a-lins for centuries!" Celeste informed.

Draco rolled his eye's at what Celeste said.

'Mmm,' said the boy. Wow, he wasn't really a talker.

'I say, look at that man!' said Draco suddenly, nodding towards the front window. A giant man was standing there, grinning at the boy and pointing at two large ice-creams to show he couldn't come in.

'That's Hagrid,' said the boy, finally the boy was saying something that we didn't know. 'He works at Hogwarts.'

'Oh,' said Draco, 'I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?'

'He's the gamekeeper,' said The boy. He looked like he was liking Draco less and less every second.

'Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage – lives in a hut in the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed.'

'I think he's brilliant,' said the boy coldly.

'Do you?' Draco said, with a slight sneer. 'Why is he with you? Where are your parents?' I asked, looking at him with my piercing emerald green eye's.

Surprisingly the boy's eye's were a beautiful green color too.

'They're dead,' said the boy shortly. He didn't feel much like going into the matter with both of us.

'Oh, sorry,' Celeste said genuinely sorry, looking at him with apologetic eye's, as much as she didn't  like muggle's, she never liked the mention of death. 'Oh sorry' Draco said mocking me, not sounding sorry at all. 'But they were our kind, weren't they?'

'They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean.' The boy replied.

Wait what? The boy wasn't a muggle?

 Then why was he so clueless? Celeste thought.

'I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?' Draco continued.

"Yes, what's you're surname?" Celeste asked, also wanting to know.

But before the boy could answer, Madam Malkin said, 'That's you done, my dear,' and the boy, who looked like he was not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to them, hopped down from the footstool.

'Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose,' said Draco.

But, as Celeste was Celeste, she never allowed anyone get away without an answer!

She got off the stool and followed the boy.

The boy was rather quiet as he ate the ice-cream that the giant had bought him (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts).

Celeste, stood by the side watching them silently waiting for the right time to go up to him and ask.

'What's up?' said The giant.

'Nothing,' The boy answered but Celeste could sense he was lying. Were she and Draco really that bad to talk to? 

They stopped to buy parchment and quills. The boy seemed cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed colour as you wrote. When they had left the shop, he said, 'Hagrid, what's Quidditch?'

Oh..............So Hagrid was the giants name Celeste realized.

'Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin' how little yeh know – not knowin' about Quidditch!' Hagrid replied.

And Harry was his name........ a very muggle name.

'Don't make me feel worse,' said Harry. He told Hagrid about Draco and her'

'– and he said people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in –'

'Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were – he's grown up knowin' yer name if his parents are wizardin' folk – you saw 'em in the Leaky Cauldron. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in 'em in a long line o' Muggles – look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!'

What was Harry's family name? Celeste silently thought to her self

'So what is Quidditch?'

But before Hagrid could continue, Celeste barged in the middle of their talk.

"Harry! You didn't answer the question me and Draco" Celeste Barked.

"ho, how  do you know my name?" Harry stuttered immediately recognizing Celeste.

"how silly you are! No wonder Draco thought you were a muggle!"

But before Celeste could continue Hagrid stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

"Excuse me! Who do you think you are to be talk like that in front of Harry Potter"

That's when it hit her.

"Wait so..... your a potter" Celeste started, "Mr Ollivander said the my parent's wand's reminded them of the Potter's....."

"What's yer name dear" Hagrid asked.

"Celeste Sh..."

But before she could finish someone took her away.

Severus Snape.

"Don't ever speak to them again Celeste, Okay?" He ordered.

Celeste nodded and followed her uncle back to her family.

She looked over her shoulder to see if the strange boy named Harry Potter was there.