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I started this chapter earlier but then I kinda forgot about it. Oops. Then I started to work on it and realized it was crap. So I scrapped it and redid it and here it is!
DefyingGravitywJB: Marcus Potter, Marie Potter, and Michel Weasley are all OCs. I created them for the purpose of this story, because I don’t know the real names of anyone in Tom Riddle’s time period.
O hallowed halls and vine-draped walls
The proudliest sight there is
When grey and sere our hair hath turned
We shall still revere the lessons learned
“Hello, I’m Marcus Potter. Nice to meet you.”
Marcus had a lot of fun telling Tom everything that he wanted to know about the wizarding world.
He learned some of the basic rules and boundaries of what magic couldn’t do; but he also learned of everything that magic could do. According to Marcus, at Hogwarts they would learn how to make things fly, change objects’ appearances, and even how to animate inanimate objects.
It even turned out that witches and wizards really do fly on brooms, but just for fun. Tom was really looking forward to playing Quidditch at Hogwarts. He was going to have to wait though, because there hasn’t been a first-year player in fifty years.
“Now we can’t even have our own brooms!” Marcus had complained.
Thanks to his parents being magical, he already knew about Hogwarts. He told Tom all about the houses and the ghosts. There were four Hogwarts houses: Gryffindor for the brave, Ravenclaw for the intelligent, Huffelpuff for the loyal, and Slytherin for the cunning. Each house had its own ghost, but there are also other random ghosts that hang around.
Tom was almost sure that he would be in Slytherin, even though Marcus told him that only purebloods get into Slytherin, but Tom didn’t even know who his parents were; they could have been a witch and wizard for all anyone knew.
He spotted the redheaded family talking with Mrs. Potter, he never got used to calling her Marie. In fact, most of the mothers were chatting with her, while most of the fathers were chatting with Mr. Potter. They were sharing stories and worries about sending their kids off to school. There was one family that he took notice of, they were aristocratic like the Potters, but they looked at the other families on the platform like they were scum. He would know, as he had seen this look on many of the people that walked past the orphanage while the kids were outside. He decided to ignore them.
Tom boarded the train with Marcus only a few minutes before it left. Most of the front compartments were filled, they found one in the back that was empty.
“Well,” Marcus sighed, “that was certainly tiring. All that talking, and politics, not really my thing.”
Tom laughed along with him. None of the people on the platform had taken any notice of him. He didn’t mind.
“But it must be exciting sometimes, isn’t it? Being the center of attention, I mean.”
“Nah, it’s more annoying than it is exciting… really, it’s overrated.”
Tom gave him a disbelieving look, but just then someone knocked on the door and it opened to reveal Michel Weasley. He looked surprised, but relaxed when he saw it was Tom and Marcus and not some older students.
“Oh, hi Marcus, Tom. All the other compartments are full.”
“It’s fine. Come on, sit down. The Candy Cart is about to come by.” Marcus reassured him.
Michel sat heavily into the seat next to Tom, and Tom smiled tentatively at him.
When the cart came to them, Marcus bought some of everything on the cart and they shared it. Marcus and Michel both told more stories about Hogwarts and their summers’.
“So, wait. Did Aeron put the ants into the sugar bowl or he turned the sugar into ants?” Marcus asked at Michel’s story from the summer about his four-year old brother who just started to figure out that he could make things happen just by wishing for it.
“That’s the funny part. I have no idea, and mum doesn’t have a clue either. None of us have any idea why he wanted to put ants in the sugar bowl in the first place. It’s kind of odd.”
“But it was a great prank.” Marcus laughed. “I wish I could have seen the look on your mum’s face when she found it!”
“Does it really matter, though? Whether or not he transfigured the sugar or put the ants into it, I mean.” Tom asked, puzzled.
“Oh. You don’t know, do you?” Michel answered, “It’s not really that important. Well, everyone does accidental magic when they are younger, but the type of magic they do when they are young tells you what they will be good at when they get older. If Aeron really did transfigure the sugar, then that means he will be good at transfiguration and stuff; but if he put the ants in there, then that means he is more powerful and will be able to do more difficult spells.” He shrugged, and Marcus continued.
“Not many people pay attention to that as kids change when they get older. What someone is good at when they are little can change when they get to school.”
“And speaking of school,” Michel spoke up, excitement clear in his voice, “I think the train is slowing down. We must be almost there”
They trio left the train and made sure they stuck together so as not to be swept away in the sea of students heading toward the other end of the station. A loud voice carrying over the crowd called to all of the first year students. They piled into boats at the dock of a large lake. The boats stayed together, gliding along the lake.
“Look! In the water!” Marcus shouted and all of the students looked over the sides of the boats, almost tipping them to get a look into the water.
“What was it? A boy from a few boats away asked, “Was it the squid?”
“It had to be! There was definitely something there!”
“Hey! Be careful, I don’t want any of you kids falling into the water. Then you’ll get a real good look at the squid.” Said their guide, a tall, thin, elfish-looking man.
Appropriately cowed, everyone stayed in the boats until they got the first look at the castle beyond the lake. It was enormous, the lights inside were flickering and they couldn’t wait to see the magnificence from the inside. They were herded to a hallway, in front of a set of double doors. In front of the doors was the man Tom had rarely stopped thinking about. Everyone knew his name, but Marcus hadn’t known anything but vague stories.
“Welcome to Hogwarts.” Said one Albus Dumbledore. “This can be your home for the next ten months, seven years, or even your entire life. It is entirely your decision. However, while you are here, you will be living with your House. Your house-mates are your family and your confidants. At the end of the year, a house cup will be awarded to the house with the most points. You gain points by helping others or any other time that a teacher or prefect believes you deserve them. You can lose points, as well, by breaking rules.” He suddenly stopped his speech, looking into space for a second. It seemed that no one noticed the distant look in his eyes, and Tom quickly dismissed it “Ah, it seems that it is time for the sorting.”
They entered the Great Hall, feeling self-conscious as the entire student body was staring at them. There were whispers coming from every corner of the room. They lined up in the aisle.
Dumbledore came out and placed a small stool with a hat on it in the center of the stage. The entire school stared at the hat, as if waiting for something to happen. The rim of the hat opened and it began to sing.
