Robert Crow lands in the world of Harry Potter. How will his presence influence the story? Will he be able to return back?
Disclaimer:
Harry Potter and its world belong to J. K Rowling. I only own the original characters I made.
"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
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"We're accepting bets."
"Get your head in the game. Place your bets on who's getting Potter."
The Weasley twins sent the Griffindor table into an uproar. While Fred was taking the money, George was meticulously noting everyone's wagers.
"5 Galleons on Griffindor, Fred."
"Let me see the money first, Lee."
"I feel offended." The dark skinned friend of theirs gasped. "We've known each other for so long."
"And that's why you either get the money rolling or stop blocking the line, Jordan." George brushed his roommate's comment.
"And they're at it again." Alicia Spinnet a third year Griffindor sighed.
She was sitting with her two close friends on the opposite side of the table. On her left a smiling Angelina Johnson was holding a betting ticket.
"Let them have their fun. Isn't that right Katie?"
Katie Bell, a second year Griffindor was sitting with an infectious grin. "As long as they bring in the Butterbeer, I can't complain.
"You've been spoilt." Alicia muttered.
As the Griffindor table was busy with its gambling activities Robert Crow finally reached the staff table and sat next to Sinistra.
"How was the ride, darling." She winked.
"Met with a couple of main characters and future naughty blights."
"Main characters?" She asked confused.
"It's nothing. Just had a small encounter with some children that'll test the limits of our patience."
"Surely they can't be that bad?"
The question was left unanswered as the doors to the hall opened. The first to enter was Professor McGonagall. She was adorned in her emerald robes and had that characteristic stern look on her face. She was leading a line of first year students into the Great Hall.
"Great, there's more of them each year." Bathsheda grumbled next to Robert.
"I wouldn't call this a large crowd. If it was in the Muggle world they'd have probably just placed them into one class. Much less separate them into four dorms." The young man whispered to her.
"Nobody asked for your opinion." She replied.
Ignoring her displeasure Robert watched as the vice headmistress walked up to a stool with a tarnished and dusty hat sitting on it.
"I'll have silence in the Great Hall." He was impressed how her voice could silence the bustling of the room with a single sentence.
"Thank you." The witch's gaze turned back to the small students standing in the middle row of the hall. "When I'll call your name you'll sit down on the chair and be sorted by the Sorting Hat. If there are no further questions," Her pause made some of the first years fidget, "I welcome, Hannah Abbott."
A small chubby blonde girl walked cautiously towards the platform. She nervously sat down and waited for McGonagall to place the hat on her head.
"Don't be afraid." The hat spoken as it almost fell off her head. "Let's see," it was mumbling something incoherently to her, "You want loyal friends... I understand. Better be Hufflepuff!"
When the hat exclaimed its first sorting of the year the house of the badgers cheered as the girl's black robes gained yellow highlights. With embarrassment on her face she quickly made her way to the Hufflepuff table.
"So the first blood goes to us." Tonks clapped.
"Don't think about any initiation nonsense, Tonksy. Sprout still looks weirdly at us after what you've done in grade three." The bubblegum pink witch pouted at her friend's remark.
"Don't be such a spoil sport, Jas. It was only childish fun." Mindy kept eyeing the empty plates.
"Its not my fault they fell into the nest of Bowtruckles."
"You only splattered them with honey and made them look for supposed Crests of the Chosen."
"Good times." Tonks once again clapped as Susan Bones was sorted into their house.
With every passing minute the line of freshmen trickled down. Robert Crow was brought out from his boredom as McGonagall finally reached the name everyone was waiting for.
"Harry Potter." You could hear a pin-drop after her call.
An unassuming boy walked through the the corridor of intrigued and anticipating eyes with a little slump in his back. It was obvious he wasn't accustomed to being in the center of attention.
"What do you think, where will he be placed?" Sinistra didn't know what to think of the small boy. He certainly didn't portray the savior persona everyone was expecting.
"Hufflepuff hands down." Bathsheda replied. "He looks like a wimp."
"I'll be glad to welcome him into my cubs, deary." The Rune's teacher shuddered.
"Now, Pomona. There's no need to be hasty." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as the hat was placed on the boy's head.
"What's your view, Robert?" Flitwick asked with a smile.
The young man drummed against the table with his fingers; seemingly searching for an evasive answer.
"How should I know, Professor? I've only spoken to him briefly at the station and on the train." He replied.
"He looks like a Griffindor." Snape scowled from the side, making the nearby Quirrel whimper in fright.
"Well, to me he looks like a mistreated and malnourished muggle child." Robert remarked offhandedly.
"Surely not, Mr. Crow. Who'd abuse The Harry Potter?" Professor Sprout was taken back by his statement.
"Some people wanted him dead not too long ago. So why would that be off the table?" A couple of the staff members grimaced after hearing his comment.
"Not even an hour has passed and he's already made a scene." Snape sneered.
The Sorting Hat was taking its time with sorting the black haired student. A name was given for such students, Hatstalls.
"Maybe he'll join the Slytherins just to spite you, sir." Robert Crow snickered.
"He doesn't belong in my house."
"At least we agree on something." The youth muttered under his nose.
The sorting of Harry Potter went for a while. But before the students could showcase their displeasure, the hat finally had reached its verdict.
"Better be, Griffindor!"
A cacophony of shouts and whistles of elation came from the red and gold table.
"We've got Potter!" The Weasley twins cheered.
With new colors embedded on his robes Harry Potter sat down next to the fifth year Prefect, Percy Weasley.
"Let me be the first person to welcome you into our house, Mr. Potter." The older redhead shook hands with the boy.
"Thanks."
The rest of the sorting went down smoothly from there with no apparent changes from the books.
'Its not as if I'd made an impact on the main story to begin with.' Robert mused in his head as the headmaster summoned the food from the kitchens.
Various meaty and fatty dishes appeared on the plates before him.
"Now where is... over here." Robert reached out towards one specific dish.
"I didn't know we've had lasagne." Sinistra's eyes beamed.
"I may or may not have whispered some recipes to our eager to please elves."
"You can do that?"
"I didn't see why not."
"I've got so many ideas." The Astronomy Professor was giddy with future possibilities of cuisines.
"See what you've done? Now even the elves won't have any respite." Babbling gave the teen a stink eye.
After dinner it was time for the headmaster to make a couple of announcements. With a small spoon he rang on his glass, making the Great Hall fall into silence.
"As we begin the new year there are some things I'd like to mention."
"With the unfortunate departure of our previous Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, I'd like to welcome his successor, Professor Quirrel."
"Great, another year is going to go to waste." Tonks groaned as the room gave a not so enthusiastic bout of aplauz.
"He wasn't even good as a Muggle Studies Professor. Where did he get that awful looking piece of clothing?" Mindy stared at the purple turban on the man's head in disgust.
"As you may have noticed, there's also a new addition to Hogwart's staff this year." Robert Crow stood up so everyone could see him. "Please give a warm welcome to Robert Crow, our first in a very long time aide. The prefects were informed about this arrangement, so please ask them for further clarification on this matter."
"You're much popular then Quirinus." Sinistra clapped.
"Because you've clapped as well?" He joked.
After introducing the newest changes to the roster of the staff and Quidditch tryouts, Dumbledore cautioned the new students about wandering into the Forbidden Forest.
"Before I forget. The corridor on the third floor is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
"That didn't sound ominous at all." Robert smirked as he saw two very curious twins already planning something at the Griffindor table.
"I wonder what's that all about." Sinistra lowered her voice. "It seems only the heads of houses know what's going on."
"And Quirrel." Bathsheda added. "I've seen him going in with Snape to the Headmaster's office."
"Is that so?" The blond replied while taking a glance at the shivering Professor.
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It was his first night of watch duty. After meeting with the prefects and Head Boy and Girl, he started his rounds in the castle. Two grueling and boring hours later into the night he decided to check the map one last time. Much to his dismay he saw two lights making their way to the third floor. Using a couple of shortcuts he quickly reached his destination.
Why am I not surprised?' Robert thought as he watched his prey from the corner.
The Weasley twins were currently trying to open a locked door. After the unlocking spell didn't work they've got out their trusty lockpicking tools and had a go at the mechanism.
"Come on Fred, we don't have all day."
"But its night, old chum."
'Crafty little blighters.' Robert praised as he heard a click come out of the lock.
"Let's see what they so vehemently didn't want us to find." Fred cackled.
"You've become a villain, brother." George wiped a nonexistent tear.
"It was the world that changed me." His brother responded as he went inside the dark room.
'Should I get some popcorn?' Robert Crow mused while he got closer to the door.
After a couple of seconds of waiting a mind reeling roar reverberated in the corridor. Sounds of high-pitched screams reached the teens ears.
"Shit, did they die?" Before he could check for himself two silhouettes fumbled against the threshold and landed with their faces down on the floor.
"Watch where you're running George."
"So now I'm George, you bloody wanker? Give it a taffy he said."
"Nobody told you to give him our stuff, stupid."
"Incarcerous." Two lines of rope shot out and wrapped around them.
"What gives?"
"Easy on the hair."
"Good evening, gentlemen. Shouldn't you be tucked in bed by now?" Robert Crow crouched next to them and flicked the boys' foreheads.
"It's you." The twins gawked.
"It is I, The Reaper of Vengeful Souls... and part time guard during my off hours."
"Better work on that, mate." Fred shook his head.
"We've seen more creativity from Binns."
"Gosh, that stung a little." The older boy said in a mocking tone. "So what to do with the two of you?"
"I don't like his tone, George."
"Should we apologize?"
"Did we ever?"
"No."
"So why start now?" The twins laught.
Robert sighed seeing them banter without a care in the world. Especially after an almost life threatening experience.
"Let's go." He lifted the boys with a levitating charm and dragged them all the way up to the Griffindor tower.
Having been released from their bindings the twins scrutinized the man in front of them.
"I thought you'd rat us out."
"You really got cosy with some of the staff members." Fred smiled wryly.
Robert Crow rolled his eyes. "And incur McGonagall's wrath from day one? I'm giving that a hard pass. However, this is the last time I'll give you this kind of leeway. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" The twins saluted.
"Somehow I don't believe you." Robert's eye twitched as they started whistling. "If you don't behave I'll start showing my memory of your less then pristine adventure."
"You wouldn't?"
"Blackmail? How will we show our faces in the castle?"
"Hmph. Got you suckers." Robert started to chuckle.
"Fred?"
"Yes, my other me."
"I think we've got pranked."