worth so much more - l.s

Chp. 1

"Hey watch it!" a deep voice growled as Harry accidentally bumped into them while scurrying down the halls.

"Sorry..." he muttered so quietly he doubts the person even heard him. He turns his attention back towards his feet as he attempts to swiftly navigate through the crowded hallway. The loud noise of students chattering excitedly after the Christmas holidays is infernal, as always. Even though everyone had already been back for 3 days, the chatter continued. Any time any type of holidays were over, the first couple days back was always exciting for most students. They would come back to school after 2 weeks of being with their families with multiple, exciting stories of what they did or who they met.

Harry hated these days. He hated loud noise in general, it gave him headaches. He never went home for the holidays, except for the summer ones, where he didn't have a choice. His parents and his older sister Gemma were, as the wizards called them, muggles. Meaning they had no magical powers whatsoever. Harry was the only one of the entire family that was different, making him a muggle born. This title earned him looks of disgust every day when he passed other students, mainly pure bloods, in the halls. He didn't understand why this was such a bad thing, but he did understand it made him a freak to others around him.

His family still loved him, but they didn't really know how to act around him anymore. Harry felt like a stranger in his own home. During his first year at Hogwarts, he would go back home for the holidays, but after realizing he had also turned into some sort of freak for his family, he would tell them he had to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays.

He made up several different excuses; some being that he had a lot of homework to catch up on, some being that he was part of a group project and the whole group had to stay at school to complete it and some being that his friends were staying behind and they wanted him to join them.

Hah, as if he had friends. He had met a couple people along the years that he would talk to in class from time to time. However none of these people considered him as a friend, but more of an acquaintance. Harry was more of a lone wolf than a social butterfly.

He always spent his breaks in either the library, the Gryffindor common room or outdoors on a bench when the weather was nice. Always alone, and always studying as if his life depended on it.

Academically, Harry was absolutely brilliant. He was good at pretty much all of his lessons, thanks to the countless hours of reading and re-reading all sorts of books about magic, spells, the history of Hogwarts and much more. The only class he wasn't too good at was Flying. He could barely balance on his two legs whilst walking on flat ground, how was he supposed to balance on a broom in mid air?

Thankfully, Flying wasn't on his schedule today, which meant his bruises from constantly falling off the broom would have a little more time to heal before another lesson took place.

Harry was quickly brought out of his thoughts as he walked into one of his favorite classes, Defense Against The Dark Arts.

Harry, being gay and a muggle born, made him an easy target for a lot of people. Anytime the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher put the class into pairs, Harry's partner, whoever they were, would always try to provoke him by casting spell, after spell, after spell to attack him. Luckily for him, he knew more spells than most, if not all, of the students. He would always block the spell and in turn, attack his partner by doing things like casting them backwards into the wall, or making them hang upside down in mid air. He would always smirk triumphantly at himself after accomplishing such a task.

But his impressive set of skills and revenge spells weren't the reason he loved this class so much. In fact, the reason he loved it so much had just walked into the room as Harry was sitting down and taking his wand and books out.

In walked Louis Tomlinson, with a couple of his close friends by his side. He was laughing at something, probably a joke one of them had made, and it made crinkles by his blue eyes appear. His light brown feathery hair contrasted nicely with his emerald green Slytherin robes.

Louis Tomlinson was pretty much the legend of the school. He was adored by most thanks to his charming and likeable personality. But what made him the most popular, was the fact that he had made the Quidditch team in his first year at Hogwarts, which was an extremely rare occurrence.

In his second year he had become captain and has been ever since. He was the teams Seeker, which was , arguably, one of the most important positions. Watching Louis play in Quidditch games was amusing to everyone, even to those who, like Harry, weren't in Slytherin. He would often fly in between a bunch of players from the opposite team just to distract them, and most of the time it worked. He would also throw sassy remarks and threats to the other players every now and again, it was all very funny and in Harry's opinion, cute.

He and the rest of his family were all pure bloods, meaning everyone in the family was either a witch or a wizard. the Tomlinson family had been attending Hogwarts for almost a century, which was another reason his popularity was so enhanced. His family was considered 'superior'.

Harry had to literally tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing sight when Louis sat down on the other side of the room.

He sighed as he brought the rest of his books out and turned to face the teacher who was standing at the front of the classroom, waiting for everyone to sit down.

Harry didn't like having a crush on Louis, mainly because he knew Louis didn't even know he existed, meaning nothing would ever happen between them. Even if he did know who Harry was, Harry was convinced that he was way beyond his league. He also knew that him being a pure blood meant he probably didn't like muggle borns, which as much as Harry hated to admit it, stung his heart every single time he thought about it.

He pushed the thoughts away from his head as the teacher, Professor Cowell, cleared his throat and announced that todays lesson would be a theory lesson, meaning no actual spells would be involved. Like always, a groan from the class emerged. Harry mentally fisted the air.