"The Unforeseen Welcome: Gino's Unsettling Arrival at Hogwarts"

As Gino entered the Hogwarts Express, he was taken aback by the whispers and stares that followed, accompanied by some giggles. His gangster mind assumed he was a victim of teasing, something he could not just let slide. His eyes began flickering golden and cracked his knuckles as the kids on the train felt intimidated and looked away. Gino was about to punish the "teasers" when he was bumped by a boy with glasses and a scar on his forehead.

"Hey, don't worry, I get stares too, just one of the perks of being known." Harry chuckled. Gino's eyes suddenly stopped flickering and he looked around, now able to hear some of the whispers clearly. "I didn't know he'd be this handsome in person," one student said. "I can't wait to see what house he'd get sorted into," another whispered.

Harry gave a warm chuckle and patted the wizard on the shoulder, gesturing for him to join him in the same cubicle. Gino rudely shrugged off the friendly gesture and chose to sit in a cubicle alone, hoping for some much-needed alone time. To his dismay, a bunch of women began to flock around and inside of the cubicle. He simply sighed and folded his arms, burying his head in his hands. Suddenly, Snow crawled onto his lap and curled up, seeking comfort.

He attempted to block out the incessant gossiping of the women, but the chatter was too loud to ignore. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Gino trying his best to tune out the noise, while Snow curled up contentedly on his lap. With a heavy sigh, Gino accepted his fate and tried to focus on his work, determined not to engage with the gossiping women. He thought, "If this were New Orleans, I'd be tempted to lash out at the 'whisperers', but I don't want to be known for having a bad temper, especially considering my newfound family history." With that, he laid his head down and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Gino opened his eyes and saw the great hall filled with dead bodies, his ripped robe soaked with blood, and his own vision gradually becoming hazy from the sight of so much bloodshed. He was holding two people by their hair, their limp bodies dragging across the floor, when he heard a voice from the ground. He looked down and saw a man with a snake-like face, his nose missing and his face covered in blood, a broken wand trembling in his hands. The man was shaking in terror, and Gino was taken aback by the sight.

Suddenly, he was jolted awake by a group of girls who had surrounded him. They were checking to make sure he was alright, their faces displaying a mixture of concern and confusion. Gino's forehead was drenched in sweat, and he realized he had been dreaming. He looked around, and noticed he was in a different place than before. He had no idea what had happened in his dream and who the man was. All of a sudden they reached the train's stop as the students took a exit and was introduced to Hagrid. "Okay students, follow me will ya?" He said guiding the kids to take boats where they'll get to the school.

Meanwhile

Dumbledore sat in front of the Order of the Phoenix members, and they regarded him expectantly. "Did you do it, Dumbledore? Did you get the creation to join us?" one member asked, a hint of doubt in their voice. Dumbledore nodded. "I did, and let me say this: using the boy to defeat the one who shall not be named is inhumane. Do you not agree with me?" Before any of them could respond, another member spoke up. "Silence! We need whatever it takes to keep the wizarding world safe from his grasp, and believe me none of us would change our minds. Now, off you go. Surely you have to greet our new guest." The Order of the Phoenix dismissed him, but as Dumbledore prepared to teleport to Hogwarts, he turned back to them. "If there comes a point where Gino goes berserk on all of you, don't say I didn't warn you," he said, and he teleported away.

"He could be right ya know?" The member on the far left said covering their face from the smoke. "Of course he is but the boy isn't stronger enough, from what I heard his eyes are still golden." The member in the middle said interlocking his fingers and sitting up in his chair. "And if they turn black?" The member on the right said. "Then we might as well prepare a funeral…for Voldemort"