Harry Potter and the Cursed Heart ~discontinued~

Chapter 8

Alice made her way to breakfast that morning after having one of the greatest nights sleep of her life. She had managed to convince Finnian to carry her that morning for the reason of there being too many stairs - not that that was the reason she told him. The entire house of Hufflepuff entered together as was "house tradition" for the first day. Alice rather liked it as it meant she wouldn't get lost and it gave her time to get to know some of the older years. This morning, seeing as she was attached to Finny, she got to know most of the second years. She already knew Finny and Zach, so she got to meet their friends Steve, Delphyne, Angelica, and Cepheus. Steve had great hair and was a complete narcissist but was very protective of his friends. Delphyne gave out huge gay vibes and was very chilled out. Angelica lived up to her name in being completely angelic; pure, innocent, and very positive. Although she apparently defended her friends fiercely with the others hinting to an incident last year where she broke someone's nose. And Cepheus was apparently the klutz of the group, always accidentally injuring himself but laughing it off.

When they reached the hall, Finny tapped her leg to let her know and she jumped off, walking in with the rest of the group although secretly wishing he could have just taken her all the way to the table. But despite this, Alice liked the sense of uniformity; it made her feel like she belonged and like she was a part of something big.

The other houses arrived in their own time, all with varying looks about them. Yet Hufflepuff all seemed excited and due to their entrance together, like the closest house.

Harry admired how the house entered so orderly and found himself seeing potential in taking it further for his own means. Around him sat the Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott - the rest of the house sat further down but had their eyes stuck on the little group, watching their every move in fear and anticipation - seemingly unaware of his plans, but seeing the smirk on his face, they knew he was plotting, and therefore, he was already proving himself to be a worthy leader.

He was a leader. The previous night, after Snape had made his speech, Harry had taken a moment to properly admire the Slytherin common room. Yes he had seen it in his previous life but at that time he found it intimidating. Now he found something comforting about the green glow that filled the room. He had ignored the stares directed at him, taking it in his stride and holding his head up.

That was until a 6th year, who Harry had noticed had set himself at the top of the hierarchy, stepped forward, 2 goons following him. He knew they were trouble, so as the first 2 stepped forward to grab him, he set his magic at them, barely blinking as he bound their arms to their sides and forced them to their knees on the ground in front of him. Finally turning away from where he was admiring a portrait of Salazar Slytherin above the fireplace, he slowly faced their leader, who seemed only slightly dazed by his show of power, but more angry then anything.

But the others in the room did notice. And they were shocked. The sheer power and control to wandlessly and nonverbally take down 2 physically stronger and older students without so much as flinching. The first years already knew who was at the top of the food chain, but the older years were unsure as to whether they should accept it.

But still the boy swung at him, fist flying through the air towards his face. Harry looked lazily at him, again directing his magic toward him, freezing him in place. A flash of fear shone in the boys eyes when he realised he couldn't move.

Like a predator, Harry circled his prey, taking in every delicious breath of trepidation and dread that left their bodies. He revelled in his control. The silent anticipation that hung thick in the air, the mixed looks of awe, anticipation, and fear on the faces of the onlookers.

Leaning over the boy's shoulder, he hissed in his ear, "What's your name?" A slight mumble was all he got in response, causing him to chuckle slightly. Again, he asked "What is your name?" But this time louder, pushing some of his magic towards the boy in his voice to force a response and pushing more to the boy's fist which was still outstretched, causing a sickening crunch to echo through the room and a scream to erupt from the boy.