Chương 59: Chapter - 59 : Sorting Secrets part - 2

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Harry woke up several times during the night, each time with vague impressions of unsettling dreams. Being back at Hogwarts had dredged up many unhappy memories from Harry's past; the yearly attempts on his life, the terrible battle against Voldemort, the deaths of so many wizards and witches. He ended up lying awake for hours, his mind feverishly thinking up worst-case scenarios; all the ways he wouldn't succeed, all the ways he could fail to save Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Fred and the others who had died.

He didn't notice finally managing to fall back to sleep and only woke again in the morning to the sounds of the other boys moving around the dormitory.

"Oh you're up, finally," Draco said as Harry pulled back the hangings of his four-poster bed. "Prefect Moon just came by – apparently all of us first years have a meeting with Snape in half an hour."

"Which is plenty of time to get ready for those of us who aren't obsessed over the state of our hair," Nott said, casting a pointed look at Draco's slicked back locks.

Draco scowled. "Shut up, Nott."

"You know, I find it interesting that you assumed I was talking about you," Nott said with a smirk.

Harry ignored their bickering and stood up and stretched, his toes curling up in the luxurious carpet that covered most of the rough stone floor. He grabbed a set of Hogwarts robes and a fluffy green towel that had appeared on his bedside table sometime before he woke up – no doubt the work of one of the House elves - and headed for the shower.

After he was finished getting ready he padded back into the main dorm room. Nott and Draco were still sniping at each other, though now they'd moved onto the subject of how Nott's great-great-grandmother had jilted Draco's paternal great-great-uncle on their wedding day. Blaise Zabini was lying on his bed and watching them argue, an amused smirk on his dark face. Goyle was eyeing Nott as if wondering whether to punch him for insulting Draco and Crabbe was completely ignoring the other boys while rummaging desperately through his trunk.

"Are you two seriously saying you're upset over what some random ancestors of yours did generations ago?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Regina Nott disrespected the Noble and Ancient House of Malfoy!" Draco tone was one of pure outrage.

"Only because Philandros Malfoy was having an affair with a Veela!" Nott snapped back.

"An alleged affair," Draco replied snootily.

"Okay, guys," Harry said, staring at them both. "How the hell did you get from arguments over hair-care to this?"

The two boys were too busy glaring at each other to bother answering, so Harry turned to Crabbe with a questioning look.

"Whenever a Malfoy argues with a Nott that whole ancient wedding disaster is brought up," Crabbe explained, his arms full of books, clothes and rolls of parchment. "Every time. It's only a surprise that a blood-feud was never declared over it."

Harry shook his head and moved over to his trunk to gather what he needed for the day. Just when he thought he was beginning to understand the Purebloods he was now considered one of, another completely incomprehensible facet of their lives was revealed. Harry didn't think he'd ever understand them.

"Hey, Orion, have you seen my wand?" Crabbe was now kneeling on the floor and peering underneath his bed.

"Nope, sorry," Harry replied, stuffing several fresh rolls of parchment into his schoolbag.

"Damn," Crabbe muttered, pushing himself to his feet with a grunt of effort. "I've looked everywhere."

"Crabbe." Harry turned all his attention on the other boy. "Are you trying to say that you've lost your wand? Really?"

"Maybe," Crabbe said and shrugged. "It's not that big a deal."

"Um, did you miss the part of your acceptance letter where it said Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Harry said meaningfully. "As in, you know, magic?"

"I prefer Astrology and History of Magic and stuff," Crabbe said. "Don't need a wand for those."

"I'm living in a dormitory full of crazy people," Harry muttered to himself and slammed the lid of his trunk shut. He turned to look at the room in general. "Right, I'm heading up to the common room. Anyone else ready to go?"

It turned out they all were, so the six boys trooped upstairs. The common room was almost empty, with only a pair of fourth years sitting in one corner and – by the sounds of their ranting about McGonagall – finishing off last minute Transfiguration homework. The first year girls appeared a minute later and Harry was pleased to see Hermione had a smile on her face, although it faltered every time she looked at Pansy Parkinson.

"Good morning," Harry said, sidling up to her. "Sleep well?"

"Oh yes, though it took me simply hours to fall asleep," Hermione babbled. "I'm just so excited about our lessons today. I suppose Professor Snape will be handing out our schedules soon, what do you think we'll be learning? Whatever it is I hope I won't be too far behind everyone else. Daphne was telling me all about the lessons you lot have had."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Harry soothed her.

Hermione still had an anxious frown on her face. "Well I memorised all the textbooks, of course, and tried out a few spells. They've all worked so far – I only hope it'll be enough."

"It will be," Harry said firmly. "Even we wizard-raised children only get our wands after our Hogwarts letters arrive and the spells we're taught are ones we don't need to know for school. So everyone'll basically be on the same level when it comes to spell-casting, don't worry."

"And I'm sure you'll soon manage to catch up on the theory and background understanding," Daphne added from where she stood nearby, obviously having been listening to their conversation. Her tone of voice was factual and she wasn't smiling, but Harry was still surprised by how unusually friendly she was being.

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