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INNOVATOR: Hidden Pieces (Ch: 01)
🕑 Added 2024-11-04 06:04:45 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Hello and most welcome to another one of my ventures into JK Rowling's Potterverse.
Disclaimer regarding Harry Potter not belonging to me? Read first chapter Author note of INNOVATOR itself.
Now, as the title suggests, these are like a collection of one-shots which would describe INNOVATOR more, and also show how our beloved Harry and his friends lived their days at Hogwarts.
This will show how certain things happened when they happened, and will further increase the plot lol.
Also, this isn't like Innovator in writing because this will have fluff, romance, sarcasm, wit and comedy. Not the usual innovator hype, thrill, action and adventure. You want that? Read Innovator, DUH!
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Now, without any further ado....Let's begin!
Author Out!
“I am Talking.”
‘I am Thinking’
Spells
“Hat talking in mind.”
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INNOVATOR: Hidden Pieces
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~The Boy-Who-Talks a lot~~
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Sneaking around the corner, the eleven-year-old boy looked both ways before slowly traversing through the dark and ugly cobbled street of the grimy alley that laid afore his brown eyes, he knew not to speak a single word or even make a simple sound for the fear of giving up his position to the fearsome creatures that lurked around the corners.
Sometimes he could feel their gazes upon him but then he would look back and not a single soul would be behind him.
It was his first time in the famous Diagon Alley, the place where his mother and butler were buying stuff for his new school that had sent the acceptance letter through a common barn owl about two weeks ago.
His mother had been absolutely ecstatic when the letter had arrived, going on to tell him about all of her friends who she made at Hogwarts, and the happy times before she had been married to his father whom she had loved more than anything till the man had died in a Death Eater raid for he had not helped the Dark Lord, and although it had been poised as a simple heart attack, both of them knew what it truly had been.
Coming back to present, his mother had insisted on taking him to Diagon Alley, the place where he would be able to buy everything that was mentioned in the letter from the Deputy Headmistress, and the little boy had never been more happy to spend time with his beautiful mother who had been quite busy lately.
They had arrived early in the morning so that the shops wouldn’t be crowded too much by Hogwarts’ students and their families, and had decided to finish up their shopping as soon as they could before meeting at the Florean Fortesque’s ice-cream parlor.
His work, through it all, was just to give his measurements to the tailoress and get his wand from the silver-haired old man who could — in his opinion — spook a ghost, or even a particularly sneaky house-elf. After that, his butler and mother had gone around from shop-to-shop so that they could shop quickly.
Yeah, that sounded funnier in his mind.
Anyways, it was in the parlor, where he had been waiting for his mother, when he witnessed a particularly tall man, or a creature of sorts, look at him through his ruby red eyes before he went towards the shabby alley.
Now, his mother always said that he was a smart boy — just like his father — and smart boys don’t follow mysterious men who go to dark alleys like that, but for some obscure reason he wanted to follow that man. So, without another prompt, he jumped down the stool he had occupied and rushed towards the shady individual who had ventured into what the hanging board said to be the infamous ‘Knockturn Alley'.
The little boy had been quite sneaky — at least according to himself — as the man whom he had been following had yet to notice the little guy’s presence even though the shady fellow kept on stopping after every ten or so steps and turned around to look for anyone who was following him.
“What are you doing there?” The little boy asked out loud. “And… who are you?” His brown eyes peeked from the shop that was three buildings away from the small bar that the man had entered about five minutes ago.
Now, the little detective was dying to go and take a peek inside the establishment — just to sate his curiosity, of course — but to do that he needed to make sure that neither the man, nor any other creature would sneak upon him.
Unfortunately, the moment he took a step towards the shabby looking establishment with a dead boar’s head on its board, he felt smooth yet very cold hands around the back of his neck. He shrieked in surprise when the person lifted him up like a bag of potatoes and pushed his face against the dirty wall of the shop behind which he had been waiting for that mysterious man.
“Ch-Chi è?!” He asked, fear creeping in his voice as he forgot English and started speaking his mother tongue. “Co-Cosa vuoi?”
“Mhmm…” A voice, distinctively male, growled from behind him. “Italian… right? It has been some time since I have been there, you lot are quite pesky with your rules.” The man went closer to the young boy’s head and tilted it to show a glimpse of warm skin which protected the warm human blood that was making the vampire drool.
“AIUTO!!” The boy screamed, trying to get out of his predator’s clutches. “AIUTO! AIUTO! QUALCUNO AIUTI!” he shouted as loudly as he could, hoping against hope that his mother or the butler would hear his voice and come rushing through the serpentine alley to save him.
“What a foolish boy, this is the Knockturn. Do you not know how the alley got its name in the first place?” The vampire, Veraldr, chuckled. “No one is coming to save you, idiot, because no one in these streets is foolish enough to go against me!” His red eyes glinted with hunger as he licked his parched lips. “This will teach you to not follow strangers on your own, such a shame it will be your last mistake.” He opened his mouth wide, incisors elongating on their own as his tongue grazed over them once more while his hand tightened around the young boy’s neck who had started to squirm in his grasp.
Just as he was about to take the plunge, pierce his teeth through the soft dusky skin and taste the sweet warm blood of the little boy, he felt someone poke his back from behind. It was strange because not even his heightened senses had been able to detect any shift in the air that was caused from apparition, nor hear or sense anyone approach them.
Then who had been foolish enough to dare stop Veraldr from his meal?
“You leave the boy, and I will spare your life,” a voice, quite young and obviously male, came from behind him. “As far as I know, it’s as good a deal as any you will get, and if you try anything funny then I will simply blast your insides out.”
With superhuman speed, and in the blink of an eye, the vampire’s other hand went towards where he felt the tip of the young boy’s wand so that he could snatch it off the midget and then show him why he was the one person that should never be crossed.
Unfortunately, for him, instead of feeling his fingers wrap around the wand wood, he felt goosebumps on his arm as magic caressed his hand and his own dark red blood started to drip down on the cobbled street. Pain flared in his hand and he heard a soft thump behind him as he pulled his hand back and witnessed the gruesome sight of what used to be his left hand, and was now just a stump.
The squirming boy in his grasp dropped immediately and he turned to look at the cause of his new misery only to come face to face with another young boy, almost the same age as the previous one, but with a distinctively cold and murderous predator like aura around him as glowing green eyes bored into his skull, almost challenging him to fight back.
Veraldr gritted his teeth, and would have lunged at the younger boy for even thinking himself to be strong enough to stand against a being as old and as powerful as him, but then, he stopped.
It was quite clear that the boy knew he was a vampire, the bleeding would stop soon enough and so would the pain, and yet the young lad had not only threatened him but also successfully harmed him permanently — something that even most learned wizards had not been able to do.
In that moment, a small memory flashed in his mind, the words of a petty thief who had forgotten the number of cups he drank and yet, had been sober enough to reveal a small secret that he had learned if he, or anyone, wanted to stay alive and working in the Knockturn Alley.
The secret? It was just a string of nonsensical words.
‘Do not stare in the green.’
The first time Veraldr had heard those words, he was quite sure that the fool was absolutely wasted, and was just spouting nonsense because the words, no matter how he arranged them, didn’t make any sense at all.
But then, he kept on hearing the same words from various others who worked in the Alley, and even some who’s work kept them to the Diagon. It was like a mantra of sorts, a fabled chant of protection that everyone followed without question. He had been told by many of his clients to never stare in the green because no matter how strong he thought himself to be, the green was stronger and would kill him if he made even a single mistake.
The zealously chanted mantra had sent the ancient vampire on a week long journey in which he had actively searched every nook and cranny for the infamous ‘green’, and had been disappointed when all the greens he could find was either splashes of paint or simple bushes that grew over certain establishments and crossroads where no one bothered to trim them anymore. He knew that this wasn’t the green they meant, and he didn’t understand why no one would talk about it in detail.
Now he understood what they meant.
The ‘green’ was not a thing — never a thing at all — it was not a spell, or a poison or even a charmed object, no. The infamous ‘green’ of the Knockturn was, in fact, the twin pools of an eleven-year-old boy in rags whom he had seen working hard around various establishments in the months that he had been here.
The silent boy who never talked more than needed, never looked at you for more than two seconds and yet his partners of the evening would, for some reason, stop talking when the boy would move past them.
He thought that they were nothing more than paranoid fools who were afraid that the boy was probably a spy, and was in fact working with the British aurors to stop big raids or something like that, but now he understood that it was all in his mind because they were never afraid of the boy being a spy, no, they were afraid that the boy would kill them the moment they offended him.
“Do you wish to leave and live, or do you wish to settle your old ego?” The boy asked, his infamous green eyes glaring daggers at him as the tip of the wand started to glow orange. “You have three seconds to choose before I decide to take things in my own hands.”
For the first time in his new life which he had been granted almost three centuries ago, Veraldr felt something that he had only felt in his previous life as a mortal: Fear.
“Well, it seems like you do not—”
“You are the green, aren’t you?” Veraldr spoke, and he quickly noticed the small narrowing of the boy’s eyes as his grip tightened over the wand.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
‘Of course, you don’t.’ Veraldr thought, but then he raised his hands in surrender. “I know who… or more like, what you are, and even though I am a vampire centuries older than you, I must admit that you have managed to strike a small amount of fear in my dead heart.” He raised his stump when the boy’s wand didn’t receed. “I know the legend around you, and I don’t want to test it, not now at least, so I will leave that boy with you. And I trust that you will keep your end of the bargain?”
The boy just gave a single nod, his wand still trained on the vampire, disturbingly pointed at his face. Veraldr gave a last look behind himself where he could still see the other kid’s mop of jet black hair, and gave a small smile. “I don’t do this much often, in fact, this is the first time I am doing it in a century so think before you answer.” The boy frowned and Veraldr took it as a sign to continue. “You should meet our queen, she would love to know that there is a wizard like you. You can bind me in an oath that you will not be harmed at all if you choose to accept my offer.”
“What if I declined it?”
“Then, we shall part ways here and hopefully, never meet again.” Veraldr smirked. “But, if you do decide to accept, then I will be in the alley for the next week, and I know that you can easily find me whenever you want.”
With those parting words, the ancient vampire vanished from the young mage’s sight as he rushed deeper into the alley, leaving his prey with his predator.
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Finally after a minute, the Italian boy who had been hiding all this time behind another shop slowly creeped out and went to stand beside his savior who was still looking in the direction of the vampire. “Grazie.”
The emerald eyed boy turned and frowned, “Sorry, I don’t understand, but if you want I can help you get out of this place.”
“Ahh… I am sorry.” The Italian boy grinned sheepishly. “I forgot I was in Britain.” He smiled a bit before he forwarded his hand. “Blaise, Blaise Zabini.”
The other boy looked curiously at the hand before he took it and shook twice. He introduced himself, “James.”
“James?”
“James.” He nodded, lying through his teeth. “Now, follow me so that you can get out of this place, okay? Your parents would be worried.”
The moment his parents were mentioned, it seemed as if cold water was poured over the young Italian boy’s head, he immediately nodded and the two started to walk through the serpentine streets of Knockturn.
“You are really wrong, aren’t you?” Blaise asked him.
“Wrong?” James frowned. “What?”
To his surprise the boy nodded, “SÌ! That vampire ran away from you!” He exclaimed. “You must be wrong.”
“...do you mean, strong?”
Blaise’s eyes widened in surprise and a slight tint of red crawled on his cheeks as he realized his mistake. “Uhhh… Si — I mean, yes. Strong.” He nodded, “I am new, English is tough to earn.”
“Learn,” James pointed out, “And why bother learning it? You seem like a rich boy from Italy, what work would someone like you even have here?”
The query immediately brought a proud smile on Blaise’s face as he explained about Hogwarts, the letter he received and how ‘electrostatic’ his mama had been when she told him about her younger days when she studied in this very school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Throughout their way back to Diagon Alley, the Italian boy didn’t stop at all, telling Harry about his home in Italy, his mother, Signora Sophia Zabini, and his late father, Signore Benvenuto ‘Ben’ Zabini, whose portrait was in the main hall and who loved his son very much. Then, about their pet dogs, Bruno and Batista, and his personal house-elves, Belly and Bonney, who had been with him since he was in diapers.
Soon enough the two could hear the panicked voices of Blaise’s mothers and their butler Arturo as they searched for him with the help of the ‘Point me’ charm. A smile blossomed on his face and he turned to look only to find his savior a few steps back.
“Your mother is just around the corner, go and meet her. She’s worried,” the boy said. “Also I don’t think I need to tell you that this alley is dangerous, you saw what happened, right?” He asked and saw the other one nod. “Then don’t come this way, and just tell her that something caught your curiosity and you fell on the ground which got your clothes dirty. Your mother doesn't need to worry any more about her son being almost killed by a vampire.”
“But then I wouldn’t be able to sell her about you, James.” Blaise frowned a bit. “And I want her to meet my new friend, she will be happy to—”
“I am not your friend, Zabini,” James interrupted him, “and I don’t want you to tell your mother about me either. It would be better if the incident remained a secret, I hope you can do that much?”
“I can.” Blaise nodded. “But I still want you to be my friend.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
James looked at the boy, not being able to find anything to answer that simple question. He knew that the boy was innocent just like all others their age but that just meant the boy didn’t deserve a pathetic loser like him, a pathetic loser who was being hunted by a criminal organization for killing a hundred wizards and burning the Morte tower of Britain.
Hell, even the name he gave wasn’t his own, it was his father’s which he used when he had to introduce himself to anyone.
“You are rich, aren’t you?” James asked him, and saw the boy nod once more. “Don’t you know that the rich only befriend the rich? The poor are only for their amusement, and I don’t want to be anyone’s amusement.”
“That’s it?” Blaise laughed, confusing the boy. “Then it’s not a palm at all! You come with me, and we meet my mother. Then, we will be rich together.” He grinned, as if this was the simplest thing in the world.
“It’s called ‘problem’, and no, I can’t.” James shook his head. “Now go away, your mother is near. Remember to not tell her anything about what happened, and do not ever mention me.”
“But I still want to be your friend, James,” said Blaise. “And I am not leaving you till you sell me why you don’t want to be my friend. It’s a pawmise!”
“Promise, you mean,” James corrected.
“Well then, like you just said.” Blaise grinned. “It's a promise.”
And with that, the rich boy rushed in the direction where he could hear his mother’s voice, he turned back one last time and found his new friend standing in the same spot. Blaise gave him an excited wave, and even though he didn't receive one in return, still for some reason he knew that he was going to meet James once more.
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“Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress and I teach the complex art of Transfiguration,” the stern witch in green shimmering robes said to them. “The ceremony will take place in a few minutes in which you will be sorted into one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, the sorting will be done according to your characters, your interests, your desires and your way of thinking."
"Your house will be your home and your housemates your family, for the next very important seven years of your life. You will have time for everything and whether it be your free period or after curfew, you will be staying in your common rooms, where you and your housemates can mingle and share anything and everything that they want," she continued, her eyes looking at everyone who was present.
"You will also be awarded points for your good deeds and points will be deducted if you manage to find yourself in sticky situations where you are found breaking the school rules. Total number of points would be tallied up and the house with the maximum number will be awarded the House cup at the end of the year.” She nodded, with her large witch hat bobbing. “So I would suggest that you don't try to lose points deliberately. Now, wait here for a few minutes, and smarten yourselves before you are taken in to face the whole school including your seniors, the teachers and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore himself."
Saying so her eyes fell once more on the curiously silent kid who stood at the end of the coterie of young ones that would join them this year. The boy looked completely like James and Charlus when they were his age, and his eyes were clearly the shade of green that she had only witnessed in Lily’s. She knew that the kid was none other than her favorite students’ eldest son.
And she couldn’t help but feel like she had seen the kid somewhere else, although for the life of her she couldn’t put the finger as to where and when.
Soon enough, they were taken inside and they enjoyed the song of the grubby looking old hat that seemed like it would fall to tatters if someone held it tightly. Thankfully, none of that happened and the sorting began as McGonagall started calling out names of the students.
“Alexander, David.”
“Barnes, Emily.”
“Beckett, Oliver.”
“Chang, Cho.”
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“Zabini, Blaise.”
He took tentative steps towards the three legged stool and sat on it as the professor dropped the hat on his head, its brim covering his forehead and half of his eyes as a deep voice echoed in his mind.
“Hmmm… hmmmm… a Zabini…” The voice rumbled in his mind, “You would do quite well in the noble house of Slytherin, Zabini. Salazar knows you have enough talent to not only get into the house but make it prosper as well.”
‘You can hear my thoughts?’ Blaise asked the hat. ‘Please say, yes, I don’t want to pay this loudly…’
“...You mean ‘say’, right? And say what? That you want to be sorted into Ravenclaw?” The hat announced in his mind, shocking the little boy to the core. “Yes, I know that already. I just wanted to tell you that you would do way better—”
“Wait-wait-wait,” said Blaise, “you– !”
“Think, Zabini! Think!” The hat shouted at him. “I can listen to your thoughts, no need to shout loudly.”
Blaise went a bit red but then, sent his thoughts, ‘So, do you already know what I want?’
“Duh!”
‘I see…’ He sighed. ‘Then, where am I being deported?’
“...It’s ‘sorted’... and it’s up to you, I would have easily sorted you into Slytherin, but since you already have a different house in mind, I can only suggest it to you, even though you know you would do well in another house,” the Hat told him. “Much better than the one you want to go into, actually.”
‘But… I mean, I know I am not smart enough for Ravenclaw, but I would be alone in the house you are sending me to, and I don’t want to be alone.’
“Not to mention, you totally don’t want to go to Ravenclaw because of Potter.” The hat chuckled a bit. “He saved your life. Yes, I can see that memory. Good lad, that one, just a bit different.”
‘Different? How?’
“He will tell you himself if he thinks you are ready for those secrets of his,” the Hat replied, “but for that to happen, you have to be in…”
‘Yeah? I don’t think so, he seemed pretty white when we… wait a minute, what did you mean by—’
“It’s quiet and— !”
The lower folds of the hat above the brim acted as its mouth, it opened wide and shouted, “RAVENCLAW!!!”
The table to their far right with students clad in blue and bronze started to clap and cheer as the large grubby hat was removed from his head and he jumped down the rickety stool as he went towards his new housemates, not able to hide the wide grin that threatened to split his face into two when he saw ‘James’ looking at him with something akin to slight fondness and much irritation.
He took his seat opposite of the grumpy boy, between two of his batchmates: A Chinese girl named Cho, and a muggleborn wizard with side parted and oiled hair, wearing his robes in the most obnoxiously charming manner and had introduced himself as Sheldon Cooper.
Soon enough, the Headmaster stood upon the dais and welcomed them before he announced that they must be hungry which meant it was time to fill their bellies with warm food that was prepared in Hogwarts kitchens.
“You pied to me about yourself.”
It was probably not the best of conversation starters, but Blaise couldn’t help it. He had blindly trusted the boy with everything, going as far as to tell him about his two dogs too! Only to get a fake name in return from the guy whom he considered a friend at that time.
“It’s not ‘pie’, it’s ‘lie’, and I don’t lie. I love the truth,” replied Harry, without even looking up from his plate.
“Okay….I think I am really hungry.” He frowned before he looked back at Harry, “And you lied! You said your name was James!” He frowned a bit. “But you are not James, you are—”
“Harry, yes, but James is my middle name.” He shrugged. “Which just means that I technically never lied to you, I just did not tell you the whole truth.”
Blaise opened his mouth to refute but then chose to not to because… well, Harry was correct, wasn’t he? Not to mention that it didn’t matter much anyways, he was here now and he knew that in the seven years that were about to come, he would be able to befriend the elusive boy who he had met in the alley about two weeks ago.
“Alright, but that means you are rich too, aren’t you? Those clothes say something different.” He grinned. “And since you said that the rich only befriend the rich, I am sure you don’t have any treason to not be my friend now, eh?”
“Reason.”
“What now?” He groaned. “I swear that you are making things only because you don’t want to be my friend.”
“Ah, no, I meant it’s reason, not treason.” Harry shrugged, ignoring the boy’s embarrassed blush. “Also, if you think I am rich just because of these clothes, then let me tell you that these are a gift from someone. I am still the same guy who met you that day.”
“A gift?” He asked, surprised. “That looks like it’s pure acromantula silk, I don’t think even the slightly well-off folk could afford it,” He pointed out. “That means, whoever gave such a precious gift probably thinks of you as family or someone really close to them.”
Harry nodded. “They do.” He sliced a thin piece of roasted chicken. “Whatever I am today is thanks to them.” He sighed, and looked up at the head table where he saw both Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape looking at him with something akin to curiosity.
He knew that there were going to be a lot of questions, and that he couldn’t simply hide from everyone anymore. Well, it was time to come forth anyways. At least the parts which he could explain easily without feeling the stench of Death around his soul.
“Pass me the pie, will you?” Blaise asked him, bringing him back to the present. “Oh, and that salt shaker as well, thank you.”
Harry just shook his head at the innocent and stubborn fool before doing what had been requested of him.
“Oh, by the way, just so you know, I can see a beautiful girl looking at you for the last fifteen minutes, you know her?” Blaise asked him and Harry frowned.
“What?”
“Yeah, she’s in Slytherin, directly behind you and has been continuously staring at your back like it is walk- I mean, talking to her.” The boy nodded. “I think she likes you! I approve!”
The soon-to-be Innovator turned his head to look at the table of greens, and noticed the cute girl from Florean’s ice-cream parlor immediately looking down at her plate as if she had been caught with her hand in a well-hidden jar of cookies and was embarrassed about it.
‘Ah well… I am sure she’ll forget about me soon enough.’ Harry shrugged and returned to his fried chicken. After all, there was nothing special about him, so why would such a cute and influentially rich girl like him in the first place, right?
Oh, boy, he was about to be in for a surprise…
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“Uhhh…” Someone cleared their throat behind him and he turned back to look at the female prefect, Callista, who had given them their introductory speech and told them certain things regarding his new house.
“Yes?” He asked her, curious as to what the prefect wanted to say.
“Tomorrow would be your first day, so I would suggest that instead of staying up, you should go to bed as soon as possible.” She nodded. “I would guide the first years to a few of the classes and other common locations like the Great Hall tomorrow, and I don’t want you or anyone else to be late because of you, alright?”
Harry nodded his head in agreement and left his seat by the window before he took the stairs towards what he had been told was the first-year dormitory in the tower.
The young mage opened the black-painted door, and immediately groaned when he saw his ‘dear’ roommate.
“You again?”
Blaise just grinned as he buttoned the last of his shirt buttons. “We have four boys in our year, the other two are friends and requested to be partners so you are stuck with me.” The Italian heir laughed when he saw Harry’s expression as the boy simply released a deep resigned sigh before he entered the room and closed the door behind him.
For the next few minutes, Blaise folded his new robes and placed them neatly on his study table while Harry changed into his bed clothes which was a simple faded green T-shirt and indigo pajamas. He saw that his new roommate had already taken the left bed so he took the right one and crawled under the warm sheets of his new bed.
“My mom doesn't know that you paved- I mean, saved me that day,” the heir began, “I kept it a secret like you had asked me to.”
“Good.” Harry nodded. “That saved you the trouble of being grounded, me the problem of being interrogated and your mom the problem of worrying more after you.”
“You thought all of that in that small amount of time we faced that vampire?”
“I thought about myself first, you and Signora Zabini were just a bonus.” Harry shrugged before he turned off the three candles on his bedside table.
“Fair enough.” Zabini nodded and crawled into his own bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep like a baby without any tension.
“You know, I am curious…” Harry spoke once more, “How come you aren’t upset with me for lying, or even asking me things about my past like everyone else?”
Blaise remembered the Sorting Hat’s parting words in which he had said that Harry was ‘different’, and he would slowly open up on his own, “That’s easy, you are my roommate, and I have seven years to get to know my friend.” He grinned. “Also, like you said earlier, you didn’t lie, right? Or were you lying about it?”
“You are awfully positive about our friendship.” Harry shook his head and turned to his side.
“And you are awfully native about something that you haven’t even felt yet.” Blaise shook his head. “At least give it a try before saying no.”
There was a small silence before Harry broke it by saying, “It’s called negative, not native.”
Blaise groaned loudly before throwing a pillow at Harry's head. The other boy simply picked the pillow and placed it between his legs, cuddling with it as he slept, completely ignoring his roommate’s indignant ‘HEY!’ as, after almost one year, a small smile graced his lips.
Yes, he was finally in Hogwarts, the place where his parents had studied and met, and the place where he would improve himself to be strong enough to fulfill his mother’s dying wish.
On the other bed, Blaise smiled when he looked at his roommate’s sleeping form. He then looked up at the ceiling which showed the intricately drawn Hogwarts logo, complete with the four houses and the school’s motto: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus, and only one thought crossed his mind before he closed his eyes.
‘Thanks for saving my life that day, Harry,’ he smiled, ‘I promise that I will return the favor… Good Night…’
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Ending Note: So....how was it? This chapter showed Harry and Blaise, and why Blaise decided to befriend a recluse like Harry in the first place.
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Thank you for reading and your comments,
With regards,
Dev Black
