3 Chapter 2: The Night
After the Feast was over, we were taken to the Gryffindor tower. It was quite late at night, so we were quickly sent to our dormitories saying that we will get the information about our classes and various procedures, the next day. I was sharing a Dorm with Neville. The dorms were 2 bedded and 4 bedded, this meant that the other three shared a dorm with Harry. I guess in the original, Neville was also with Harry, but seeing that 6 students would be to much in a four children dorm, we were given a 2 bedded one.
I became friends with Neville. He was a bit shy… okay too shy and he was timid, infact he was so timid, that it seemed unnatural. We were probably going to stay together for next 7 years. So becoming friends was obviously necessary. Neville knew about me already from his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom. My admission to Hogwarts required an approval from the Wizargmont and she was one of the very few people who voted in my favor without the bribes. Of course, my family had to bribe others with something or the other. It was mostly money, as not all pureblood families are as rich as Malfoys. All they have is heritage and … yup that's all, nothing else.
Neville introduced me to his pet toad and then we exchanged our experiences from our childhood. He looked down when I talked about my parents. So, I quickly changed the topic. It was a mistake on my end as I already was aware of his situation. It was a short but mostly pleasant talk and we got to know each other better. Overall, he was a kind guy and I could feel that he would be a loyal friend. I also knew that he was not a Dumbeldore fanatic. Which was a relief. We quickly went to sleep though, as Neville had heard (overheard as he was to shy to actually talk) rumours about Snape being a death Eater and a sadist from our seniors. So, he wanted to reach on time. I promised to wake him up early in case, he couldn't by himself and only then did he calm down and slept peacefully.
I laid on the bed after that as I thought over what had happened. Crossing here was still a big shock to me. I have no idea, what happened to me, but most probably I died. A part of me wants to believe that I am still in comma and watching a dream in it. But I also know that it is not true, because I feel and perceive things here, the way that no dream can make me feel. I didn't have much attachment to that life, still, losing my parents is something I can't just accept. Haaaah… it will take a while. That being said, the new memories are really helpful. I know about magic and magic theory and most importantly I know that my parents love me here too, which is good, as no-one wants to have bad parents and I know that I have a place to call home. So, adjusting to this is not a problem. The issue is leaving the previous life behind.
Then I began thinking about the Boy who Lived, I didn't talk with Harry. Not because, I was afraid of the plot and the risks of being friends with him. I already told that I might not actively look for trouble, but I still am an adventurous person, so I would never back away from a challenge, if facing it head on is the best option for me. The reason was that Harry was surrounded by many people all the time and most of them looked at him with eyes full of worship. I mean I get that he saved their world, so it does make sense, but it creeps me out how, suddenly they all began to speak against him, the moment he spoke parseltongue in the series. I mean their faith in Harry was never actually depicted in the books. But now, the way they turned a complete 180 degrees in their beliefs is quite unbelievable, it only makes me doubt human trust. But I do know that not all are like that, so I will still make friends and hopefully, my friendship will last forever. Man … I am too optimistic, but the atmosphere is such a festive one, whenever new first years come, that each and everyone can feel the excitement and everyone has a smile on their faces… well other that the 5th and 7 th year students.
I am so hyped for tomorrow's lecture. Hopefully, Snape is not a bad teacher because I never learnt potions before as it was practically useless for me … for now. I do carry quite a few potions with me though, just in case. But I don't know how to make any potion. I did read the book though, so it might help. Points are not really something I look up to. I mean I get that it can be a big thing for 12 year olds. But why do the seniors of 15 and above care about it? I stopped worrying about such activities after the age of 15. Maybe I am the weird one here. I don't know. I slept while, my head was filled with such random thoughts. Maybe the sudden events, were actually tiring for me.
I woke up at 5 in the morning, I was always an early riser in both my lives. We couldn't leave the dorms before 6, so, instead of a run, I exercised a bit. After the bath I had at around 5:45, I looked at myself in the mirror and was quite satisfied with myself. Though, I was still around 12, I had no cute baby fat and had quite a handsome face which was a mixture of Hugh Jackman and Chris Hamsworth… well, atleast, how they would look as children probably, though it was a tad bit to the thinner side. I was a bit taller than an average 12-year-old, reaching half an inch more than five feet. I had a well-shaped swimmer body, though the muscles weren't much as I was still a kid. My eyes, which were probably the most unique feature of mine, had a shine of bright blue light in them, depicting a calmness that matched the sea. Every morning my eyes shine, usually it's a lighter shade of blue while sometimes, they become dark. The light subsides itself after an hour. Why it happens and what are its effects, I don't really know right now. But I am sure that it's not harming me in anyway. It had happened since I was a little kid in this life, my parents were quite worried at first, but now it has become quite normal in fact, I feel kind of revitalized after the shine. My hair is jet black and they totally compliment my eyes. I have a pale white skin, which is due to the lack of Sunlight this body has got. I plan on changing that though. As, I got ready Neville had already woken up. I waited for him and soon, we left together towards the Great Hall. Perfects were supposed to take the first years there, but the students are also free to try and go on their own, at their own risk. It is the Gryffindor house after all. Neville was totally opposed to the idea, but I guess, I can be a bad influence on him.
We left for the potions class at 8, which was fairly early, so, we had no problem reaching there by 8: 20, despite all the attempts, the stairs made to hinder us. Three children, 2 gryffindor girls and a Slytherin boy were sitting in the class. Although the discrimination between the houses shouldn't be too prominent at such a young age, yet the two groups were sitting on two opposite corners, and there was a silent understanding in the air which said, Gryffindors on one side by and Slytherins on the other. Neville and I occupied a place in the second row on the left side and now I was excited to see what Snape had, to offer me…
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AUTHOR:
I don't know how many of you think that this was a filler ... well, it was not. This is called character development, where I am trying to tell you how he thinks and why he does what he does. It is also, so that you can correct me in future, for things that I made him do for plot, which don't match his character, so that I can make it right.
Also, I don't know if you have noticed but it feels like he is confused sometimes, saying this body as his own, while sometimes, he talks about himself in kind of like third person. Well, that is not because I am feeling sleepy at 3:00 am in the morning... ummm that too is the reason, but the main reason is that I want him to feel like that.
Friendship with Neville, I be don't know, if people think that I shouldn't do it as Neville played an important role in the cast, so , being friends with him can change the plot drastically? The answer is that he has decided to not care about the plot. Of course, things being she will help him be same, but he is sub consciously, trying to disregard the plot, due to his nature.
I won't be uploading tomorrow, well I already said that it would be once every 2 days, so, it would basically be 7 chapters in 2 weeks.
Well, that was a quick change from explaining about story to update schedule. Actually I don't want to explain much about the story, and hope that the story can explain itself.
Now I am really feeling sleepy. I have worked hard, so show appreciation by giving me lots of comments and power stones.
I actually think, something might be contradictory to the first chapter in this chapter, so comment if you find any such thing, I will try to correct it tomorrow, I am feeling really sleepy
Also, I am writing at 3:00, so what do I mean when I say tomorrow, I'll leave it to your imagination. Lol
My hands are really gonna start slipping on the keyboard, so ,before it happens, I'll take my leave.
Peace Out✌️
