Disclaimer:  Not mine, not mine, not mine.  The original HP Characters are not mine.  Only the plot is mine. 

                                       

 

Warning: comical Ron bashing and non comical Ron bashing ahead.

 

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Hidden Beneath

Chapter 1—The New Student

 

 

Harry Potter, who was also known as ‘The-Boy-Who-Lived,’ and ‘The-Sole- Defeater- of –Voldemort,’ passed through the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.  This was his first year at Hogwarts.  He was the new student, transferring from Durmstrang where he had attended happily since his first year.  Harry really didn’t want to transfer schools, he was happy in Durmstrang; he had friends, a girlfriend. Wait a minute; he didn’t have a girlfriend anymore. She decided that she wanted to see other people, and he wasn’t going to stand in her way, so he was single once again.  Now the headmaster of Durmstrang had told him that he should return to England and go to school there, that way he could get on with his life instead of harping on the past.  Harry agreed and was now standing before the train, he saw people hurrying through the crowd trying to board the Hogwarts Express.  He felt something tap him on the shoulder; he turned around and found someone looking at him, more likely staring at his unique lightning bolt scar.  He was feeling slightly uncomfortable.

 

 “Can I help you?” Harry asked impatiently.

 

The young boy shook his head as if trying to clear a thought. “Oh I apologize, I didn’t mean to stare I was just wondering if you were…well you know…Are you?”

 

“Am I who?” Harry’s eyes narrowed.

 

“Are you Harry Potter?” The young boy asked, his eyes growing wide with anticipation.

 

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?” Harry searched the boy who looked like he was going to wet himself, and he saw the boy nod.  “Then I am Harry Potter.”  He watched the boy’s eyes grow as wide as saucers.  Without warning the boy took off, obviously to spread the word that Harry Potter was going to be on the train.

 

Harry shook his head back and forth as he started moving his luggage cart closer to the train.  He managed to get his trunk loaded and went off to find a compartment.  Much to his dismay most of them were filled, he at least wanted to find one compartment either empty or with only one person in it. He did not want to be attacked by a mob of students.  He looked into a compartment window and saw two boys in it; one of them had blonde hair while the other had light brown hair.  Harry opened the door and stepped in slightly.  “Do you two mind if I sit in here with you?  The rest of the compartments have been filled already.”

 

The two boys shook their heads.

 

“No, come on in.” One of them said with a smile.

 

Harry, without closing the door stepped all the way into the compartment and sat down across from the boys. 

 

“We have never seen you here before, are you a transfer student?” The other boy asked.

 

The train started moving and Harry smiled at the two boys. “Yeah, I transferred from Durmstrang.”

 

“Really?” One of them said and there was a twinge of fear in his voice.  “I heard that they teach the Dark Arts there as well as the defenses, is that right?”

 

Harry nodded, “Yes that’s correct.  It’s really not that big of a deal, the more you know about the Dark Arts the more you can defend yourself from it.” Harry explained.

 

“I’ll take your word for it.”  The other blonde said. “So…What’s your name?” He changed the subject.

 

“Harry.” He simply said.

 

“As in Harry Potter?” The other one asked

 

“Yeah, that’s me.” Harry was becoming very irritated.

 

“You killed You-Know-Who?”

 

“Yes.” Harry glanced out the window.

 

“So you’ve actually killed someone?”

 

“I’ve killed a lot of people all right. Can we not talk about this please?” Harry said trying to keep his tone down. 

 

“Sorry.” The blonde noticed that Harry was getting just a bit uncomfortable, he wondered if he would strike him dead if he continued with the questions.  From what he heard about Harry Potter was that, he was someone to fear. Curses weren’t a problem; he could do the deadliest curse by just thinking about them.  He had amazing powers and could even do powerful wandless magic.

 

Harry took in a deep breath. “Okay now you know who I am, just who are you?”

 

“I’m Draco Malfoy and this is my best friend Neville Longbottom.  Unfortunately we can only be friends outside of our houses.”

 

Harry’s eye narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

 

“Well for one I’m in Ravenclaw, and Neville here is in Gryffindor.” Draco said. “Those are only two of the four houses you could be placed in.”

 

Understanding, Harry nodded.  He saw Neville’s head snap towards the open compartment doors; Harry followed the boys gaze and saw a tall red head, holding the hand of a tall girl with brown hair.  Still holding onto the girl’s hand he stepped inside the compartment.

 

“Hello Gentlemen.” The red head said with a smile.

 

Neville and Draco nodded. “Hey.” They both said at the same time.

 

The red head looked at the Harry, “Well it seems we are getting a new student that isn’t a first year.  How about that?”  He smiled. “I’m Ron Weasley by the way.”

 

“Harry.” Harry said plainly.

 

Ron knew who he was. “Ah, I heard the rumor of a certain famous Harry Potter was aboard the train coming to our school.”

 

“Yeah, that’s me.” Harry rolled his eyes, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl tug on Ron’s hand.

 

“Ron, I don’t want to go and see Crabbe or Goyle.” She leaned in closer to his ear.

 

Harry had excellent hearing; he could hear exactly what she was saying.

 

“They always look at me funny.”

 

“So?” Ron said.

 

“It makes me uncomfortable.” She said.  Her voice was very soft and gentle.

 

“You know I have to make my rounds or my popularity will fall.” Ron looked over at Harry it seemed he was eaves dropping, “Well don’t worry about it, okay.”

 

While Ron and the girl were in quiet conversation, Harry got a good look at her.  She was tall, and very pretty.  Her hair was in curled ringlets that hung loosely down her back, she had simple diamond studs resting in her ears.  She wore a plain orange t-shirt and a pair of thigh high jean shorts.  The only thing he couldn’t really see were her eyes.  Harry noticed when Ron and the girl came inside the compartment she had been looking towards the floor.   

 

Harry then wondered why this Ron didn’t introduce his obvious girlfriend.  After all he introduced himself and was only polite manners that he would introduce his companion. He would go ahead and ask who this girl was.  Harry was about to speak up when he felt something come down on his shoulder, he turned to find Draco’s hand resting on his person and shaking his head no.  He sensed that somehow this Draco knew what he was going to do.

 

Neville cleared his throat which broke apart Ron and the girl’s conversation.  The girl looked up at Neville and gave her some kind of a slight head nod.

 

Harry watched the girl smile a little and then glanced back towards the floor.

 

Ron looked at Draco, Neville and then Harry.  “Well gentlemen it’s been fun, I’ll see you around.” Ron looked at the girl. “Come on, let’s go.” He said and he started pulling her from the compartment. 

 

Neville stood up from the seat and went to close the compartment doors; he sighed with relief and pressed his back against the doors.  “That was close.”

 

“Just who is the pompous ass?” Harry asked. “I know he said his name is Ron Weasley, but who the hell does he think he is?”

 

“He is the most influential guy at Hogwarts; he’s the star Quidditch player.  He’s almost at the top of his class.  He has her for a girlfriend, and if he ever finds out I’m seeing his sister, he will kill me.” Neville said with a smile.

 

Harry turned to Draco. “Just why did you stop me from talking to them, I was only going to ask who that girl was.”

 

“That would have been a mistake.” Neville said.

 

Harry turned back around to face Neville. “Why is that?

 

“She happens to be Ron’s girlfriend; not very many are really allowed to talk to her.  Most guys know to stay clear of her.  Only because they are afraid of Ron, I know I am.”

 

“Well who is she? I want to know.” Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.

 

Draco smirked. “Yeah I know you do, who wouldn’t right?”

 

Neville chuckled a bit. “Her name is Hermione Granger, and she is strictly off limits to the rest of us guys.  She has been since the end of fourth year.”

 

“Off limits huh?” Harry was never one to go with the flow he would always do the exact opposite.

 

Draco somehow knew that. “Look you don’t want to go around causing her trouble okay.”

 

“Causing her trouble?” Harry felt confused

 

Neville elbowed Draco hard in the side. Draco turned and glared at Neville. They both exchanged some weird eyebrow language.  Draco sighed and then turned back towards Harry, “I meant you don’t want to go around causing trouble for yourself.”

 

“Hey, trouble is my middle name.” Harry said with a half grin.

 

“Just take my word for it; it is better if you don’t try anything with her.” Draco said.  He knew he wasn’t supposed to say anything, he got the information in strict confidence from Neville, and he almost blew it.  “You’ll end up in the hospital wing for days if Ron Weasley ever found out you made a play for his girl.”

 

“Well what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Harry grinned.

 

“That’s right, it will hurt you.” Neville said with a smirk. “And besides there are other pretty girls at Hogwarts, Hermione is only one of them.  There’s quite a few.”

 

“Yeah, there’s Blaise Zabini of Slytherin house.” Draco said, he was supposed to go to Slytherin himself; he was the only member of the Malfoy family not admitted into Slytherin.  His father was furious.   He shook his head of the memory of his enraged father and then thought about more girls at Hogwarts.  “Oh then there’s the lovely Cho Chang of Ravenclaw.” Draco sighed dreamily. “She’s a year older than us and extremely hot.”

 

“Oh get over your crush man, you could never snag her. She’s with Cedric who’s playing for the Chuddly Canons and she’s not about to break up with him and you know it.” Neville said. “But there is also Lavender Brown she’s cute.  Then Padma Patil of Gryffindor, (A/N: Yes I know Padma is in another house, but this is AU remember some things are going to be different. I switched houses with Patil twins, just for a change).  Susan is quite fetching.” Neville didn’t of course include his own girl friend in the list of names, she was beautiful too but she was taken.

 

“Okay, Okay. I get the picture, yes there are probably a lot of very lovely, and pretty girls at Hogwarts I’m not daft you know, I wasn’t top in my year at Durmstrang for being dense.  I know a pretty girl when I see one.” Harry said with a smile.

 

The three boys took their seats.  “So Harry, what house you hoping for?” Neville said.

 

“I’m not sure, I’m afraid I don’t know anything about them.” Harry said as he leaned back into the cushion.

 

“Well there’s Ravenclaw, I’m in there.” Draco said pointing to himself, “That’s the house for us smarties.”

 

“Yep,” Neville nodded. “Then there’s Huffelpuff, for loyal and hardworking students, Gryffindor, for the brave and Slytherin for the ambitious and mostly evil students.”

 

“Not all Slytherin’s are evil Neville. Blaise is not.” Draco said.

 

Neville leaned in closer. “Yeah well what about your father, and your mother, your sister, your aunt, and your—”

 

“All right, geeze man I get the point.” Draco said. “Okay it’s mostly full of students who end up on the wrong path.” Draco said to Harry.

 

Harry nodded, “ah I see.”

 

The three boys continued to talk the rest of the way to Hogwarts, the snack cart lady came by and they bought goodies and gobbled them down.  Soon they were at Hogwarts.

 

 Harry stepped off the train and he saw a large, very large man directing the students. 

 

“You better go find out what they are going to do with you, you are a transfer not a first year.  Hagrid will direct you” Neville said. “We’ll see you there.”  He waved as he walked towards the horseless carriages.

 

Harry waved back and then went up to the very large man, who looked down at him with a soft smile.  “Hello, I’m Harry Potter. Can you tell me where I’m supposed to go?”

 

“Ah, so you’re Harry.  Sure no problem.  You come with me we’ll get you there.  You can ride in with the first years on the boats, and then Professor McGonagall will take it from there.” 

 

Harry nodded; he was relieved finally meet someone who didn’t make such a big deal out of who he was.  He got into a boat with some first years and it started over the lake.  Soon the mysterious school was there before him.  The boats docked and he disembarked.  He stepped inside with the first years and there was Professor McGonagall who was giving her famous speech about the four different houses.

 

Harry walked with the first years through four large tables full of students, all eyes on them.  Sitting on a stool before the high table was a old, dingy looking hat.  The students also stood before the High Table where the Headmaster stood and gave his beginning of the year speech.  He told them that the Forbidden Forest was off limits to any and every student, and he hoped for a glorious, prosperous year.  He sat down as the sorting ceremony was underway.

 

The sorting hat gave its little song and when it was finished McGonagall opened her scroll and started to read.

 

“Potter, Harry.”

 

The whole room broke out into a bunch of whispers and such as he went and sat down on the stool.  The hat was placed on his head.  He could hear it speaking.

 

“Ah, Harry Potter, I see that you have a great head on your shoulders, smart, very intelligent.  Ooh what’s this, good worker you are, very loyal.  Ambitious too, you strive for things that are almost beyond your reach, and achieve them.  Such bravery here too, defeated a powerful Dark Wizard, alone.  But where to put you? So many qualities from each house, much like another who I sat upon.  Wait, yes, yes I know where you shall go.”

 

“Gryffindor!” The hat shouted out.  The whole Gryffindor table cheered a bit, most of them were a little nervous, the students heard that Harry defeated Voldemort with a mind control curse.  No one was really there so how could they know what really went on.  Students quickly moved over as Harry sat down.  He sat down next to red head with long hair.  He smiled briefly at her, and she smiled back a little. She looked down in the direction of the sorting ceremony.

 

Harry looked about the table, he saw Neville all the way down near the middle of the table.  Harry then scanned the table all the way back to where he was sitting and across the table from him was that red head Ron Weasley and his girlfriend.  They were watching the sorting ceremony, which was still going on.

 

“This is so dull, when are they going to finish already?” Ron said in a soft whisper.  

 

“I don’t know.” Hermione said quietly.

 

After the ceremony was over the feast had began, Ron immediately filled his plate and started in on the food.  He was talking to a boy next to him.  Both Harry and Hermione went to grab the same piece of bread from the center or the table, their fingers lightly touched and Hermione pulled her hand back like a flash.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry did you want this?” Harry held the bread out to her.

 

Hermione nodded, her eyes never left the plate as she reached out her open hand.  Harry placed the bread in her hand, he tried to catch her eye but she wasn’t looking up at him.

 

“Thank you.” She spoke softly.

 

Harry could have sworn there was a light pink tinge upon her cheeks.  “Sure.” He said.  “Would you like anything else?” 

 

Hermione smiled a little, he was offering something to her.  Ron never offered her anything.  He always just took and took expecting her to fend for herself most of the time. She lifted her head.   And WHAM!! Harry was hit with those big brown eyes looking right at him. All coherent thought was lost, his mind shut down.  Her eyes were hypnotic and commanding.   No wonder she was off limits to other guys, they would drown in her deep pools of brown with flecks of gold.  They would fall at her feet if she looked at them like that, well if she looked at them at all.

 

Through the corner of his eye he saw Ron’s hand cover over hers, and her gaze dropped again looking back down into her plate.  Harry wanted to shout NO!! KEEP THOSE BEAUTIFUL EYES ON ME!!! But he restrained himself from acting so foolishly.  If it was possible for someone to enchant another just by looking at them, he was sure she could be the one to do such an act.

 

Hermione grabbed a few things off the table and sat them on her plate and began to eat them slowly.

 

Ron cleared his throat. “So Potter,” Ron started. “Do you play Quidditch?” He stuck a piece of chicken in his mouth.

 

Harry nodded, “I do.”

 

“What position?” Ron watched him carefully.

 

‘Straddling your girlfriend while she looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes comes to mind.’  Harry thought.  He took in a small breath “I play Seeker.”  Harry said with a confident smile.

 

“So do I.” Ron gave off a forced smile.  “Are you going to try out for our house team?”

 

“Sure why not?”

 

“Just to let you know, I am the best around here. We have won the house cup three years in a row since I’ve been on the team.  I’m what you call the most valuable player.” Ron went on and on about how great he was.  Harry was board, he sighed, rolled his eyes. Changed positions so his rear end would stop going numb as Ron continued to speak about how wonderful and talented he was.  Harry thought he heard a small snigger come from Hermione when he rolled his eyes at Ron’s greatness.  “And then I single handedly caught the snitch after two hours of playing and we won.” Ron said proudly.

 

“That’s very fascinating and all.” Harry said politely trying to hold in his sarcasm. “When exactly are tryouts?”

 

“Friday at nine in the morning, I hope you can make it.” Ron said sarcastically.  He stretched his arms up.  “Well I’m finished and tired.” He turned to Hermione. “Let’s go.”

 

Hermione looked up at Ron, “but I’m still—” She was cut off by Ron’s hand squeezing hers a bit. She stopped talking “All right, I suppose I’m finished too.”

 

Both Ron and Hermione stood from the table and Ron smirked at his friends, or who were really afraid of him and treated him like their friends so he wouldn’t beat them to a bloody pulp.  “See yah later guys.”

 

Bye Ron’s were echoed through the table as he and Hermione left The Great Hall.

 

“He is the biggest Ass I have ever met.” Harry said and the whole table just about burst into laughter. “I’m serious; I have never ever heard anyone more full of themselves than that guy.”

 

“Excuse me.” A soft feminine voice came from next to Harry,

 

He turned and the red head was looking at him, sure she was pretty and she too also had nice eyes but nothing like he had felt when that other girl, Ron’s girlfriend had looked at him. “Yes?”

 

“But Ron happens to be my brother.”

 

“Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend you.”

 

She smiled, “It’s alright, and he is an ass.” She laughed.  “I’m Virginia Weasley; everyone just calls me Ginny though.”

 

“Well I’m just Harry, Oh I’ve heard your name mentioned before, you’re um.” He snapped his fingers a few times and then it came to him. “Neville’s girl.” Harry said.

 

“Shh.” Ginny said as she glanced about the table nervously. “Let’s not go spreading that around, if Ron finds out he will surely put Neville into the hospital wing.”

 

Harry nodded. “I got it.”

 

“I heard you play Seeker, I’m a Keeper myself.”

 

Harry looked at her as if she had grown another head.

 

“Hey! I may be small, but I’m quick.” Ginny smiled.  “Now if we could only get Hermione to play, she is tall and well she’s quick on a broom too.  But she never wants to play.”

 

“Why is that?” Harry asked.

 

“She says she has some fear of heights, but when she really wants to or has to use that broomstick, she does. I see her on it all the time but she’s usually in some kind of rush.”

 

“Are you friends with her?”

 

“Well as good a friend as I can be with her as my brother’s girlfriend, they are so cute together you have to admit.”

 

Harry nodded, “Sure, why not.  Although, don’t you think their hair colors clash?”

 

Ginny giggled a bit, “Yeah I suppose they do. I never thought of that.” Ginny shrugged.  Something hit Ginny’s plate and she looked up, she saw Neville signaling with another one of his eyebrow languages.  She looked back at Harry with a smile, “It was nice to meet you Harry, but I have some important business that needs to be taken care of.  I’ll see you around.”  Ginny got up from the table and started towards the Great Hall doors

 

Harry yawned and took one last drink out of his cup, he was going to retire for the night as well.  He found another Gryffindor to lead him tower. He was given the password which was Minty Fresh.  And he went inside, he heard two people arguing. He didn’t know what it was about.  He saw Neville downstairs looking up towards where the arguing was coming from.

 

Harry touched Neville on the shoulder and he just about jumped up and touched the ceiling.

 

“Great ghosts of Merlin Harry, you scared the crap out of me.”

 

Harry chuckled. “Sorry, what’s going on?” He looked up in the direction that Neville was looking.

 

“Well Ginny said she had to get something important from the girl’s dorm and told me to wait here.  So while I was waiting I heard Ron and Hermione start into one of their usual arguments.” Neville looked back up towards the stairs.

 

“Do they argue a lot?” Harry continued listening to the noise.

 

“Yeah.” Neville said, he sighed. “They argue all the time.”

 

He saw Ginny open the door and come quickly down the stairs.  She smiled at him. “Okay let’s go to the astronomy tower Neville, we’ll have privacy there.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

 

Neville nodded. “All right.”

 

Ginny took his hand and started pulling him from the stairs; Neville was still looking up at the door.  “Neville, come on let’s go.”

 

Neville turned to Ginny with a smile and the portrait swung open and the two of them left for the astronomy tower.

 

Harry yawned again figuring the boys dorm must be the other set of stairs and he climbed them getting to the door.  He noticed the arguing abruptly stopped, he figured they must be making up and he opened the door and stepped inside.

 

Harry in the sixth year boy’s dorm found where his stuff was put, and he stripped out of his clothes wearing nothing but his boxers, he got into his bed and closed his eyes.  He looked over at the other bed and noticed there was someone already in it.  He noticed that person still had their glasses on, he was relieved that he didn’t have those anymore, through his research of spells and curses he found something to help correct his vision.  He used it and it was a success.  He lifted his hand “Accio glasses.” He whispered.  He had been able to do wandless magic, nothing too grand he was able to move just little things.  Yet it was still a great thing to be able to do even that, not very many wizards and witches around could do wandless magic.  He set the glasses on the nightstand next to his bed which was in between his and the other boys. 

 

He knew what it was like to sleep with your glasses on and then have them break or bend, that was never a good thing.  So he set the glasses on the table and turned over to sleep.  He was almost asleep, he vaguely heard someone coming into the room and getting into the other bed next to his whispering something that sounded like cupid girl.  He was really too out of it to know what was really said.  Harry had found sleep.

 

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Now the first chapter was in Harry’s POV but the rest of the chapters will be in everyone’s POV.  I’m sure you all know that by now when you read anything from me we always start with Harry’s POV. Mostly cause he’s the most important guy.

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