Hero Summoning - Chapter 9

The glowing greenery of the English countryside passed by through the windows of the shiny red and black Hogwarts Express.

The train carried the students to their new magical year, accompanied by loads of smoke and the satisfying sounds of its whistle and compartments shaking with rhythm.

At the back of the train, in one of the compartments, three girls and one boy were sitting, laughing and enjoying their ride.

They were the heirs and scions of the Black and Potter families.

Or in Harry’s case, the Peverell family.

It’s been an hour since their ride left the station, and Harry honestly has never enjoyed his time in this express as much as he was right now with his sisters and Elara.

For the first time since his first year, he has not faced any problem or had an elephant's worth of burden on his mind.

He has simply leaned back on the bench and has spent the last hour speaking with the girls about everything and nothing.

The twins have a bottomless pit of stories, as they kept the conversation going with a new story and adventures of their own in Hogwarts.

A few of them were similar to Harry's, but the majority were different and, frankly speaking, less dangerous than Harry's.

Which he was grateful for because he can't even wish it on his enemy to have the adventures he had in his last 7 years.

Elara, on the other hand, has been mostly silent, although that may be because that was how she normally was, but also because the twins don’t really give others the chance to talk.

However, the house Black heiress didn’t seem to mind it too much; she was used to it already. 

For her, she was content to just add her parts in the conversation when needed and was just happy to sit back and let the twins do the storytelling.

Although as the hours go by, she has somehow skidded closer to Harry to the point they were both sitting so close they were almost touching each other's hips.

Elara would always insist that it wasn't intentional and that it happened due to the train's constant rocking.

As for Harry, he just didn’t notice it and had no problem because he had never felt so comfortable and free on this train before.

As the evening progressed and the sun descended, his emerald eyes grew heavy, eventually closing softly, and his head dropped down on Elara's shoulder.

The twins paused their story about their fourth year, stunned by the sight of Harry sleeping on Elara's shoulder, before they exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

Poor Elara, on the other side, was looking almost like a tomato with how red her face was, as she kept switching between looking shyly at Harry and glaring at the snickering twins.

"Shut up," she hissed at the twins. But no matter how much she tried, there was no heat in her words or her glare. 

Noticing how cramped Harry's position looked, she shifted slightly and made it more comfortable for him.

Her grey eyes admired the handsome features of his and fought the urge to weave her hand through the gorgeous messy hair of her crush on her shoulder.

Her self-control stood strong for only 30 seconds before her right hand found its way through the silky long hair of Harry. She gently massaged his scalp and nearly jumped when he leaned even closer to her hand, as if he were a puppy.

Dorea and Ivy covered their mouths as they silently awwed at the cute romantic scene, while this time Elara just entirely ignored them.

After that, their ride became quiet, as they just enjoyed the passing scenery outside and let Harry sleep.

Seeing his peaceful face, no one wanted to say anything to not wake him up, and the silence was comfortable for them as well.

Until it wasn’t.

As the moon came up and the train was just an hour away from Hogwarts, their compartment door abruptly opened by none other than….

You probably would have guessed it: Draco fucking Malfoy.

The blonde, pointy-chinned rat-looking deuce stood at the door as if he owned the train with his two gorillas at his back.

The sisters groaned, seeing the dickhead's annoying ugly face, while Elara’s eyes that were soft and warm a moment ago had turned into stormy greys that promised pain to anyone.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” The scum of Slytherin drawled, his eyes going to the twins. “Look, we have the Potter bitches. How are you two? Did you have a good summer?”

Ivy clenched her jaw, but Dorea stopped her from exploding by squeezing her hands.

The black-haired twin then turned to the Malfoy and smiled sweetly. “Oh, we are fine; thank you for your concern. And as for our summer, it was definitely better than yours.”

Draco's eyes twitched, his smile unwavering, but Dorea was far from finished.

"After all, we have a mother who loves us and doesn't regret having us, unlike someone else," the sharp-tongued twin smirked. “Also, we have a father who spends time with us instead of being busy kissing other men’s feet.”

This time the smile on Draco’s face was gone as he looked ready to burst into fire. But the blonde loser held his tongue before he smiled again, turning his eyes to Elara.

“And yes, how can I forget about you, my dear Elara?” The black-haired girl sat rigidly, her fist turning white. “I hope your mother has trained you properly this summer. It’s our last year at Hogwarts, and once we graduate, you will finally have the privilege of being my wife.”

The whole compartment became deathly silent once the ugly boy spewed those words and everyone’s eyes turned to Elara.

The Black heiress looked like a statue with how still and unresponsive she was. However, her clenched fist and jaw, along with her grinding teeth, revealed the raging storm inside her.

But there was something that no one had noticed since the Malfoy and his goon had entered.

Harry’s head was not on the shoulder of Elara.

“Get out.”

Malfoy blinked in surprise as he heard the baritone voice and turned his head to see the relaxed form of Harry with his head resting on the wall and his eyes closed.

If they didn’t know it was his voice, everyone would have thought he was still asleep.

“What?” Malfoy asked in confusion, staring bewildered at the black-haired young man.

“Malfoy, isn’t it?” Harry replied lazily.

The arrogant peacock smirked. “That’s right. Good to see that you already know the ones who are above you.”

Harry, with his eyes still closed, snorted in disgust. “No, I don’t know who you are. I only guessed you were a Malfoy because of your ugly face with that feminine hair.”

Malfoy closed his mouth, then opened it in surprise as he stammered. “But you don’t even have your eyes opened!”

“Oh, you’re right,” the handsome Potter shrugged carelessly. “It’s actually your rat-like irritating voice; it woke me up as soon as you opened your mouth. All of you Malfoys sound the same.”

The heir of Malfoy was now fuming, his pale skin red, and his already ugly face looked even more unbearable. “How dare you say that about my family!” Disgusting spit flew out of his mouth. “Do you know who I am? I am Draco Malfoy. I can-“

“Do you know who I am?”

Malfoy shut his mouth as for the first time Harry opened his eyes, and the blonde arsehole was stunned to see the glaring emerald eyes staring into his soul.

“I think you do; I know you do. After all, your father knows me, and he must have told you all about me,” Harry whispered, his words sending a chill through everyone's body. “I am the last person to be taking this arrogant tone of yours, Malfoy. If you don’t want to be the next puddle under my boot like all those Death Eaters I killed, then stay away from my sisters and my friends.”

The chilling words and the glaring eyes of the monster calmly sitting in front of him scared the shit out of Draco Malfoy.

He knew all about the failed raid of Death Eater last month since it was all his father would talk about; he even noticed him talking almost fearfully of the guy who killed the whole squad sent by the dark lord, single-handedly.

At that time, he didn’t believe it, but now, seeing this man in front of him, every part of his body was screaming at him to not antagonise Harold Fleamont Potter.

But he wouldn’t be Draco fucking Malfoy if he was smart.

“O-or what, huh?” The trembling blonde tried his best to not look afraid as he stared down with his nose up. “You think you can scare me? If you try anything, I will-“

“You will, what, Malfoy?” Harry cut him off again as he leaned forward and nodded at the door of the compartment. “You will order your bodyguards to beat me? Unfortunately for you, I don’t think they are in a condition to protect their master right now.”

Turning around, Malfoy was shocked to see his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, lying in the doorway, unconscious, with what appeared to be a broken nose due to the blood on their faces.

Add to that, half of their heads were shaved clean, and the upper row of teeth was gone as well, with their robes destroyed from top to bottom. They looked as if they had been beaten by a whole gang.

But the confusing thing for the blonde idiot was how and when that happened. He could swear Potter didn’t move from where he was, and he didn’t even have his wand in his hand.

“Fuck off, Malfoy, before I do the same to you.” Harry warned him one last time, waving his hand. “I can’t bear to look at your face any longer.”

The Malfoy finally decided to use his brain and did what he was best at….

Running away.

Levitating his two goons, he ran away without looking back with a plan in mind to get his revenge on Potter.

What he didn’t know was that he would get his chance the same day, but he would regret it for a long time.

Once the Malfoy was gone, Harry turned to Elara, who was trying to get herself under control, and he rubbed her shoulder in comfort.

“You alright?” He softly asked the beautiful girl, who nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you."

“No need for that.” Harry smiled and shook his head before gently asking a question. “But will you tell me what that idiot was talking about?”

Elara turned her head to the window, scowling , “His father has fed it into his mind since he was a child that I and he will wed each other to make sure that the Black bloodline remains pure.”

That last word was spat in disgust and anger, and Harry could understand her wholeheartedly, as he felt the same.

“But there is nothing to worry about,” Ivy butted in with a smile. “Uncle Sirius will suck his own dick before he marries you to that fucker.”

Elara finally smiled a little while Harry furrowed his eyebrows. “Actually, I don’t think the possibility of Sirius stuffing his own dick is that impossible."

“Harry, that’s my father you are talking about.” Elara gagged at the horror image.

“I know, and I also know Sirius from my world, who was a total freak, so I am just saying it’s not out of the realm of possibility for him,” Harry raised his hands and shrugged innocently.

“Please stop.” Elara covered her ears, shaking her head. “It’s already bad enough that I accidentally know that my father likes to be a puppy for my mother in bed. I don't want to know any more disgusting things they do in their bedroom.”

Harry snorted at the image of Sirius on his hands and knees barking while Marlene patted his head and called him a 'good boy'. That final picture was enough to break the dam, and he burst out laughing, with Elara following him as well, both leaning on each other.

The twin sister on the opposite bench smiled, appreciating how cleverly Harry has been able to change Elara's mood so quickly.

Their eyes met, and with their own secret twin communication, they talked about their secret mission.

What Harry and Elara didn’t know was that their fathers, James Potter and Sirius Black, had given the sisters a mission to fulfil.

The mission was to bring Harry and Elara together, which in turn would bring the Potters and Black family together.

Both heads of the houses have been longing to unite their families for years, and they have finally found a means to do so. As for the twins, they had no problem joining this shipping train.

That's why they eagerly accepted this mission. Though looking at the two now, they didn’t think they actually had to do anything, as the two already looked like a happy couple.

With the Malfoy gone, and because of Harry's charm, Elara was back in her good mood, and the vibes of the compartment were back to what they were before they were interpreted.

However, they were interrupted again as the door opened for the second time. But this time it was not a trio of idiots.

“Ginny! Demelza!” Ivy yelled and reached out to embrace her two roommates. “Where were you two all this time?”

"Well, we arrived at the train earlier than you, found a compartment far ahead, and spent the last few hours with our other friends. Or, rather, I did, as Ginny was busy doing her prefects rounds,” Demelza explained.

“Oh please don’t remind me,” Ginny groaned. “They are sooo boring. All you have to do is go round and round in a single fucking train while you have a boring idiot with you who just can’t take a hint that you’re not interested.”

“Also talking about prefects, one of them seems to not even bother coming to prefect meetings.” The redhead looked pointedly at the dark-haired twin sister, who blinked like an owl.

“Who, me?” When the Weasley girl gave her an unimpressed, deadpan look, Dorea sighed. “Alright, it’s my fault; I forgot about them.”

“Of course you did, you lucky witch.” Ginny rolled her eyes before smirking. However, be aware that Granger is looking for you."

Dorea cursed, while Ivy, Demelza, and Elara giggled at her, imagining the hour-long lecture the head girl was going to punish her with.

“By the way, did the ferret come here?” Ginny asked in concern. “I saw him walking by just a few minutes ago.”

“Yes, he did, but I handled him.”

Ginny whirled around, and she realised that she had completely missed Harry in the compartment. Her heart began to race as she stared into his bright emerald eyes, her fingers twitching to run them through his messy hair.

“Hey, um, Harry, right?” The normally very confident girl found herself stumbling and blushing for the second time since she stopped being a little girl.

And that first time was when she collided with this hunk of a man a month back at Potter Manor.

“It’s actually Harold, but the one close to me calls me Harry, so you can as well.” It was not only Ginny who was finding it difficult to find words.

Harry’s own heart had skipped a beat when he saw the flame-haired beauty enter their compartment. It was only the second time he was meeting her after that first time, and he still couldn’t believe his first love was alive here.

“Please have a seat,” Harry offered the one beside him and tried to hide how happy he was to see her eagerness to sit with him.

“So you are the one who beat Ferret and his two gorillas?” Ginny asked excitedly, leaning completely towards Harry.

With her so close to him, Harry could smell the sweet and musky fragrance of her hair, and he almost lost himself. “Yes, I did. Did you like my work?”

“Liked it? I loved it!” Ginny exclaimed with stars in her eyes. “How did you do it? What spell did you use? Or did you beat them with your hands?”

Harry laughed, hearing the flurry of questions, but before he could respond, someone interrupted him.

“Hey, Ginevra.”

Hearing her full name, Ginny looked past Harry and noticed Elara Black glaring daggers at her. Her brown eyes drifted down, and she noticed the way Slytherin was grasping Harry’s left hand, possessively, in hers.

Understanding the subtle hint, Ginny understood what was going on, and in answer, she gripped Harry’s right hand with both of hers and leaned forward to glare back at the black-haired girl.

“Hey Elara, hope you are well.”

Brown eyes met grey eyes, and sparks flew between them as the two girls communicated through their eyes without words while holding Harry from both sides.

As for the man himself, he could only look between the two silently glaring girls and be confused at what was going on.

On the other side, Ivy Dorea and Demelza huddled together, whispering and laughing as they enjoyed the battle for Harry taking place in front of them.

And this was how the last hour of the ride went.

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Finally, the Hogsmeade station arrived, and the students began disembarking from the train.

When only the few students remained, Harry finally climbed down the train and helped Elara and Ginny one by one, who thanked him with a kiss to his cheeks.

The two girls then glared at each other behind his back after he turned away to assist the twins.

After helping his sisters down, he looked toward the carriages, admiring the thestrals, which brought back many memories from the past.

Shaking his head, he stored those memories away for now and turned to his sisters. “Alright, you should go before all the carriages are gone. I have a boat to catch, and I will meet you directly at the feast.”

“Wait!” Ivy frowned. “Aren’t you coming with us? You’re not a first year.”

“It doesn’t matter what year a newcomer is in Ivy; they always have to take the boat to enjoy the first look of Hogwarts,” it was Dorea who answered, always the smarter of the two.

“As Dorea said," Harry nodded at her before waving his arms. “So I will meet you guys shortly.”

The girls waved goodbye to him as they made their way to the carriage, all of them wondering which Harry house they would be in.

Meanwhile, Harry found himself at the river's edge, and as he looked at all the boats, he remembered his first time travelling in them.

"Hurry up, Harold; we are running late."

Hearing the very familiar voice, Harry looked up and smiled at the unmistakable figure of Hagrid himself.

Seeing him, the past became that much more visible before he dashed it, as it was time to make the future not dwell on what is lost.

Harry found the only boat left, which had only two first-year students—a 13-year-old boy and a girl—and stepped in carefully to avoid flipping it, as his weight made it wobble slightly.

Once he was comfortable and the boat stable, it magically began rowing, and for the second time, he was on his way to Hogwarts in the boat.

Noticing the two 13-year-olds staring at him, Harry looked down at them and waved his arms awkwardly.

“You two excited for Hogwarts?” He tried to start a conversation with kids 6 years younger than him.

Looking at them, he swore he wasn’t that small when he was 13.

“Aren’t you a little too tall for a 13-year-old?” The sandy-blonde boy asked.

“And too handsome, as well.” Harry's eyes widened as he gazed at the brunette girl, who was literally fluttering her eyelashes in his direction.

In the back of his mind, he noticed that the girl looked quite familiar, but for now, the flirty response had shocked him too much.

“Um, yes, I am.” With great difficulty, he was able to answer while ignoring the girl. “I am actually a seventh-year student, but this is my first year at Hogwarts.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” the boy nodded his head. “By the way, my name is Alex Bailey.”

"And I am Astoria Greengrass," the brunette said as she slid closer to Harry.

The Potter Peverell looked wide-eyed at the girl in shock. However, it was her name and not her action that had him shook. 

He was aware that she was a familiar face, but it finally made sense why he had felt as though he knew her.

With her brown hair, blue eyes, and that aristocratic face, she was none other than the girl he remembered as Tori from his past.

The girl who was the younger sister of the brilliant woman who was one of the girls who Harry held highest in his heart.

But what shocked him the most was that Astoria he knew from his world was only two years younger than him, while this girl was six years younger.

It looked like the continued war clearly had a wider effect than he earlier had thought.

“Hey, handsome, what happened? Did you get lost in my gorgeous eyes?”

Ok, this girl was definitely flirting with him shamelessly as she bit her lips and moved closer to him.

And it was the most embarrassing and awkward moment for Harry Potter because this girl was fucking 13.

Harry would have preferred walking rather than being here on this boat right now.

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After 10 long, torturous minutes, Hogwarts was finally in sight.

The majestic sight of Hogwarts glowing in the night was a boon to Harry, as it distracted the little Greengrass from tormenting him as she joined the other first-year students in admiring, oohing, and ahhing at the sight of the magical castle.

The shameless flirting from her and the jealous glare from the boy have made it the most uncomfortable ride of Harry’s life.

He has sworn on his magic that he was going to be away from Astoria Greengrass this whole year.

The girl, who was only a first year, even asked him for a date on the first Hogsmeade weekend, despite her not being allowed to go to the village.

Harry even had to insist that they can’t date because of their age difference, and the little devil had the gall to ask him to wait for her when she would be 17.

Only God knows how close the wizarding world was to losing Harry Potter, as he had almost jumped from this boat to drown himself.

Finally the boat landed on the ground, and Harry quickly jumped directly from it and was about to run the stairs before he was stopped by the sweet voice that has been torturing him for the last half hour.

“Harry, are you not going to help me?”

Cursing inside, he looked over his shoulder and cursed again, seeing the pouty face of Astoria, who was employing the puppy-eye look.

History and his previous girlfriends were witnesses that Harry Potter was totally helpless against the puppy-eye attack.

With a sigh, he retraced his steps and, with one foot planted on the boat, extended his right hand. “Of course, my lady.” The words were grounded right from his teeth as he tried to smile, but it was more a grimace.

Astoria grabbed his hand delicately and jumped off the boat with such grace that Harry was sure she had practised it before.

"Thank you, my good sir." The sweet words and batting eyelashes made Harry close his eyes and pray for mercy. 

“Wait, what about me?”

Looking back, Harry narrowed his eyes at the whining boy and hissed. “Get off yourself.”

Leaving the complaining boy, Harry walked to the castle with Astoria still holding his hand tightly with both of hers, and they passed the snickering Hagrid, who was having far too much fun.

“Not…one…word to anyone.” Harry growled, side-eyeing the half-giant, and made his way to the castle quickly.

After a long climb, they were finally outside the door of the great halls and were told to wait for the deputy headmistress.

As they were waiting, Harry was aware that every 13-year-old with them was staring at him, and he tried his best to ignore the girls making googly eyes at him.

On the other hand, Astoria was enjoying the jealous stare as she almost preened in front of them while proudly showing off their linked hands.

Fortunately for him, Professor McGonagall arrived shortly. Unfortunately for him, the first thing she saw was the younger Greengrass clinging to him, and he purposefully ignored her gaze.

Clearing her throat, she took everyone’s attention as she began her yearly introduction.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Professor McGonagall. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. The four houses are called….”

Harry smiled as he remembered her introducing him to Hogwarts with the very same speech as well. It seemed that she had learnt this speech, word for word, and used it every year for new students.

“...The Sorting Ceremony will now take place in front of the rest of the school, so please make your way inside.”

With the speech done, she opened the gates and ushered the wide-eyed first-year in.

While that was going on, she made her way to the back, close to Harry, and raised her eyebrows when Astoria finally left his hand and walked in, but not before winking at him over her shoulder.

“Is there anything I should know?” She asked innocently.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” Harry almost begged his favourite professor.

Unfortunately for him, there was a smile on the always stoic face of Minerva, and he knew his family would definitely know about this.

Once the 13-year-olds were gone, Harry stepped forward but was stopped by Minerva.

Turning to her, he raised his eyebrow in question.

“The headmaster wants you to stay here and only come inside when your name is called.” The transfiguration professor explained.

“That man and his theatrics,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes.

Minerva smiled, not disagreeing with him. She then walked to the door, turned around, and said, “I am expecting to see you in my house.”

“Please don’t,” Harry shook his head. “I am not the same boy I was eight years back. Even then, after I begged, was I sorted in your house. I don’t think I am a Gryffindor anymore. Sorry for that.”

“Don’t be Harry.” Minerva smiled warmly. “It shows you have grown as a man; no one always remains the same. So never be sorry for that.”

With that said, the deputy headmistress walked into the great hall with the giant doors closing behind her, leaving Harry alone.

Leaning on the wall, Harry smiled as he thought about her words while the sorting sang his new song.

The student names began to be read a few minutes later, and Harry's ears perked up when he recognised Alex Bailey, the boy from his boat.

“Hufflepuff”

Hearing the house, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. For a muggleborn, the house of honey badgers was the best choice for the kid.

A few minutes later came the second name he was interested in.

“Greengrass Astoria”

Leaning in, Harry waited for the sorting hat to shout the house name, but the wrinkly hat was clearly taking its time.

“Ravenclaw”

Harry leaned back with a smile; he was satisfied with that choice because he knew the older Greengrass would be happy. The house of claws would be much better for Astoria rather than following her sister to the nest of snakes.

Despite her rather obsessive affection toward him, Harry was actually pleased to see a bubbly, if not flirty, Astoria Greengrass. It was a far better sight than the Astoria he remembered from his world, a sickly-looking shy girl who was always angry at herself because of how much she felt like a burden she was for her sister.

Harry would always choose her to live her life like she does in this world rather than live while dreading the day she would die because of her curse.

Feeling himself fall into his past memories, Harry didn’t even realise that all the first year was sorted until he heard Dumbledore's voice.

“Now many of you already may know that there is still one last new student that remains to be sorted. If you don’t know, then let me invite and present Harold Potter!”

The great hall gates opened, and Harry, cracking his neck, pushed off the wall and began the long walk to the sorting chair.

As soon as he entered the hall, Harry felt every eye on him. Whether they were students or even the professors, he knew everyone was watching his every single move.

He was being stared at like an animal in a zoo, with the whispers starting as well as the students and even professors talking about him.

However, for Harry, none of this mattered or affected him, as he was far too used to it. Keeping his face expressionless and his eyes set on the sorting chair, he calmly reached the deputy headmistress and sat down on it.

With a nod, Professor McGonagall placed the old hat on his head, and the third time in his life, Harry had the sorting hat on his head and his voice in his mind.

“Ah, interesting. So interesting. For the first time in my thousand years, I have a time traveller to sort through. A boy that I have already sorted before once.”

“Well, I would rather say I am a dimension traveller, not a time traveller.” Harry replied cheekily.

The sorting hat burst out laughing, startling everyone in the hall who were eager to know what house the new infamous Potter would be sorted into.

“Indeed, you’re right, my boy; indeed, you are,” the hat giggled before turning serious. “Now, Mr Potter, protocol tells me I should do my job and sort you into the house I think you most fit in. But instead of that, I want you to choose which house you want to be in.”

Harry's eyebrows raised in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure, Mr. Potter; I can assure you,” the hat nodded firmly.  “Your mind is the most intriguing one I have read in my thousands of years, so I am pleased enough to leave the option to you. I want to know what you have chosen, as I can see you have given this much thought in the last few days.”

The hat was right. Since he knew he was going to attend Hogwarts for one last year, Harry had been thinking about what house he wanted to be in.

The first time he was sorted, he had chosen the house based on an idiotic reason now that he looked back at it. Which was why this time he wanted the best possible option.

Gryffindor was not even an option, as he has done that already, and once was enough. The Hufflepuff, despite being a lovely house with nice people, was not the right one for his ambitions.

Which left Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Both would be good for him. Both houses had ambitious, intelligent and cunning students, the exact ones he wanted to be in so he could make his moves.

However, only one house stood closest to Lord Voldemort. The dark lord's former house was the most suitable choice, as it housed most of the future Death Eaters and aligned with his plans to destroy Tom Riddle.

“Ah! So you have already chosen before you even arrived here.” The hat said, feeling impressed. “And I must say it’s a good choice, and ironically, it’s the one I implored you to choose when you first sat in this chair seven years back.”

“I know, I know.” Harry sighed, rolling his eyes despite them being closed. He could literally feel the smugness of this old dust hat.

“Oi, who are you calling old and dusty?”

“Just do your fucking job, you stupid piece of cloth.”

“Mind your tongue, you little brat AHHH, WHAT THE FUCK?”

The professor and the students both jumped when they heard the hat screaming in pain. McGonagall herself was concerned as she debated taking the screaming hat off Harry’s head.

She looked up at the headmaster, who, unlike everyone else, looked calm as he shook his head at his deputy.

“Have you forgotten you are in my head?” Harry smirked as he checked off one of the activities that he had always wanted to try.

Trap the sporting hat in his mind and burn him on a barbecue.

“I am sorry. I am SORRY! Make it stop, please. MAKE IT STOP; IT BURNS!”

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief as they listened to the horrifying scream of the hat. All of them were curious and afraid to know what this new Potter was doing to the poor hat.

Harry finally took mercy on the hat and put him off the barbecue.

“Will you do your job now? Without being a grumpy old hat”

“Why you—“ the hat smartly closed his mouth as he felt the heat again on his back, and before he could put a foot in his mouth, he shouted Harry Potter's new house.

“SLYTHERIN”

The whole hall was silent, with half of them in shock that a Potter was sorted into the house of snakes, while the other half were still recoiling from the shock of what happened to the hat.

Meanwhile, Harry calmly handed the hat back to Minerva and made his way to the table at the far right side of the hall.

Passing his new black- and green-uniformed housemates, he walked back to the end of the table where the seventh-year students were sitting.

Passing a stunning blonde-haired girl, Harry ignored her blue eyes staring at him and stopped behind Elara.

“May I sit here, my fair lady?” he asked cheekily, with his eyes twinkling.

Elara tried her best not to giggle and blush as she nodded with her head held high. “You may”

With a smile, Harry stepped over the bench and dropped down beside the Black heiress.

“You can’t help but do absolutely ridiculous things, can you?” Elara asked fondly with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Harry replied innocently.

“Yeah, right.” Elara rolled her eyes before leaning closer to whisper. “So what did you do to the hat that had him screaming like he was dying?”

Harry smirked. “He was talking too much, so I decided to grill him on a barbecue…literally.” Never had he looked prouder than he did right now.

Elara blinked, then blinked again before she burst out laughing. “You didn’t,” she wheezed between laughs.

“I did,” Harry grinned proudly.

The whole Slytherin bench looked at them laughing together as many scowled in hate or jealousy while some looked at them trying to assess the phenomenon Harold Potter was.

One of them was the blonde, blue-eyed supermodel from before, who was gazing at him with curiosity.

Unfortunately for the laughing couple, their fun was interrupted by the headmaster, who cleared his throat to get the attention of everyone.

“I know you are hungry, and I am cruelly once again stopping your tummy from getting filled. I apologise for that, but there is one more new addition remaining that’s most important for everyone.” Dumbledore apologised and gave his reasoning to the groaning, hungry students.

A ginger Gryffindor being the loudest.

“As you can see, we have a seat empty on the grand table, and the older students must have already guessed which subject teacher this seat belongs to.”

That was an understatement; in this world as well, the Defence Against the Dark Arts position was cursed.

“So now I will live for all of you to warmly welcome our new defence against the dark teacher… Miss Bellatrix Black.”

The entire hall fell silent once more in shock.

Bellatrix Black was a very famous name in the Wizarding World. With multiple duelling titles to her name and her very accomplished hit wizard career, she was a witch that everyone feared and admired.

But among the students, the ones who were most surprised were Ivy at the Gryffindor table, Dorea at Ravenclaw, and Elara and Harry at the Slytherin table.

All four looked at each other, and they were all confused, as none of them knew about this shocking news.

A hill clicking voice echoed in the hall as the beautiful figure of Bellatrix Black sauntered in with a grace that left most girls in admiration and envy.

Her wand prowess was not the only thing Bellatrix was famous for; her alluring face and curvy figure were the wet dream of every boy and man.

With a graceful sway of her hips, she climbed to the head table and nodded to the headmaster, who kissed her given hand.

"That's why Aunt Bella wasn't with us today to say goodbye."

Elara's voice jolted Harry out of his stupor, prompting him to turn to her and enquire. “Why? Does she come every year?”

She nodded. “Every year since my first time.” Elara then gripped her chin, muttering to herself. “Now it makes sense why she has been acting strangely lately and always had this look that said she knew something I didn’t.”

“To be honest, I am actually excited to see how the DADA class is going to be under her. She is much better than all our previous professors.” Elara continued with a smile, not noticing Harry, who was in a daze and not even listening to her.

As to why Harry was in a daze?

He was staring at Bellatrix, who took her seat and looked over all the students down below before meeting his eyes.

The purple-eyed beauty smiled widely before biting her lips and winking at Harry with a look that he knew very well.

“Fuck me.”

“Huh?” Elara turned to Harry after hearing him whisper.

Harry's eyes widened as he stumbled for an excuse, shifting his gaze from the black-haired seductress to the stormy eyes of Elara.

Fortunately for him, right at that moment the food finally arrived at the table, and the hungry Elara dived in, forgetting about everything else.

Harry sighed with relief and began filling his plate.

Once full, he began eating but soon felt a set of eyes on him. He sneakily raised his eyes and saw Bellatrix gazing at him.

His hands stilled as he stared wide-eyed at her dripping her finger in gravy and sucking it in a way that sends all his blood lower down the body.

Why does he feel like this year was going to be the craziest one of his life?

Though if it would be a good crazy or a bad crazy, it remained to be seen.

P.s: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and some of the unique and intriguing elements I've included. From the next chapter, Harry's year will begin, and it will start with a bang as he will show the Slytherins that a real alpha is in the house.

The next update will be the one shot which I was actually writing before this, but I faced a block when half of the chapter was done and only the smut part was left. So instead of that, I finished this chapter first, which is why the one-shot will be out on Tuesday or even sooner.

Thank you so much.