If Harry Potter Was in Slytherin (The Sorcerer’s Stone) Chapter Five: Eva Brooks

Who did that Malfoy boy think he was kidding?

Okay, that was obvios. He though he was kidding Harry- even though all Harry heard coming out of his mouth was failed attemts at manipulation.

There was no doubt about it- everyone just wanted his power, his fame... his life.

But they did not know what they were asking for. They did not know what Harry went through- not that Harry cared. They were all evil anyways.

He sighed as he ate his last bite of toast, and wiped his mouth carefully with the paper-napkin in front of him. He would not make a fool of himself. Not infront oh these jerks that he would have to spend most of the next seven years with!

Harry shook his head before heading back to the common room. They had been instructed to do so before class, to learn rules and whatnot. Harry hastily walked back, following a few second years. How they nagivated the moving hallways and remembered to jump the vanishing steps was behond Harry.

Once Harry was back in the common room, he stood far in the back so that no one would stare. He was thankful when the head-of-house, Proffesor Snap- no, Snape- came in to tell them all the rules, that happened to include “Don’t drive flying cars to school” and “Don’t follow spiders anywhere.” Those rules seemed quite silly, though they must be there for reason.

When they were dismissed, Harry inched along to get to his first class, Charms, but the professor called him back. “Potter!” He had shouted.

Harry inched forwards nervously, his head down. “Yes, professor?” He asked timidly, his whole body shaking. Something about Professor Snape demanded repsect, and not in a good way. In a, well, how could Harry explain it? The professor scared him.

“Why were you not in the front, mister Potter?” The proffesor asked. “Do you find rules bellow you?”

“Er...” Harry muttured. “I didn’t know I was supposed to be up front. I’m sorry...”

Professor Snape’s face looked shocked- but only for a few seconds. “Anyone should have been able to asume that the first should be up front.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” Harry murmured, risking an upwards glance at Snape’sneer. “I should have known...” Harry’s voice got slightly quiter as he added “The staring just made me uncomfortable.”

“What exactly was that last bit?” Professor Snape had more trouble keeping his face emotionless this time. His shock lasted quite a bit longer.

“Um... I said ‘The staring just made me uncomfortable,’” Harry spoke just loud enough to be heard- and quiter would have been disrespectful, and the same would have been true for any louder.

“Is that so?” Professor Snape asked curiously (not that his curiosity showed). “Well, next time ignore the staring and use common sense, Potter.”

“Y-yes sir,” Harry stuttered nervously.

Snape raised an eyebrow in suspicion before awkwardly gliding away. Harry shrugged it of, and grabbed his books before heading to Charms.

Pansy, of course, walked with him, rambling on and on. “I never knew Harry Potter would be in my year, and I always thought you would be a sort of goody-two shoes, but you’re here now, in my year and house! I bet all the Gryffindors are mad, they probably thought you were one of them, but you are better then them, of course... Slytherin is the best house, obvi-”

“I think you’re getting Slytherin confused with Ravenclaw,” a voice inturupted Pansy. “While Slytherins are known to be powerful, if you have no brains, you have no life.”

“Are you saying I have no brains?” Harry asked.

“What a brat!” Pansy exclaimed.

“No!” the Ravenclaw girl exclaimed. “I was just, well, making a point. I just have an above average amount of pride for my schoolwork.”

“Who even are you, you weirdo?” Pansy snarled.

“I. Am. Eva Brooks!” The blonde girl before them anounced dramatically, her blue eyes sparkling. “But, if you want you can call me Eva ‘Books’ since books rhymes with my last name, and I am a total nerd...”

“Why did you call yourself a nerd?” Harry asked curiously. This girl was different than everyone he had met so far- she did not hate him for being a Slytherin, or want hime to be, well, evil. She seemed funny, too.

“I’d tell you, but I have to get to Charms in, let’s see, three minutes or I’ll be tardy...” the girl responded. “See you later, Harry, Pansy!”

Eva then turned around and began to walk away- though maybe she was not quite walking. Her movement was bouncy and happy, almost like a skip, though still controlled.

“Hey, Eva, wait up!” Harry called out. By the time he reached the eleven-year-old Ravenclaw he was gasping for breath, but he still felt oddly happy. “Pansy and I have Charms nexts, too. Maybe we could walk there together...”

With a knowing chuckle, Eva nodded happily. “Sure, why not?”

Suddenly Pansy popped up from behind Eva. “Harry, why on earth are you talking to this mudblood?” Pansy exclaimed.

“A what?” Harry asked, confused.

“The word ‘mudbllod’ is a cruel name for a mugleborn,” Eva said almost calmly, with narrowed eyes. “It means dirty blood- but I don’t agree with it. I feel that a true ‘mudblood’ would be someone who cones from a dark, Voldemort-supporting family who completely agrees with their family’s unjust morales.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Pansy demanded, while Harry winced. That was kind of rude, but Pansy had been rude first.

Harry looked back in forth between the bickering girls nervously. He agreed with Eva, but he did not want to make the fight worse. Besides, both of them were very freindly. He intervened the only way he could.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Harry tried desperatly to look confidant as he stood inbetween the girl. “Now is not the time- class starts injust over a minute!”

“Oh gosh, you’re right!” Eva exclaimed. “Follow me!”

Harry imediatly began to run after his new freind, while Pansy called “Stop! Stop! Ugh, fine, Harry- don’t come crying to me when she leads you off a cliff!