Sansa Stark begins her career at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the same year as Harry Potter. At the same time that Dark forces are beginning again to grow in power.
A Song of Witchcraft and Wizardry (ASIOAF/Harry Potter) Crossover
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Chapter 1: Going to Hogwarts
The morning of September the first dawned crisp and cloudy as summer began to fade into autumn, and the Stark family made their annual journey to King's Cross Station. Sansa Stark had been eagerly counting the days until she would be going to Hogwarts for the first time. She and her younger siblings had listened in wide-eyed enchantment every summer for the past three years as their older brothers, Robb and Jon, along with the boys' friend, Theon, regaled them with tales of their adventures at the castle. Now, finally it was her turn to experience all the wonders Hogwarts had to offer.
Passing through the barrier that separated platforms nine and ten, the Starks entered upon the sight of a shining scarlet steam engine waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between them. Sansa's own new kitten, Lady, among them. A gift from her parents on receiving her Hogwarts letter this summer.
As the time came to bid farewell to her parents and younger siblings, Sansa felt a sudden tinge of nervousness but it quickly passed and with a last look at the proud and happy faces of her mother and father as she waved goodbye, Sansa, along with Robb and Jon, made her way onto the train, Lady following obediently on her heels. Owls hooted to each other in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks as the Stark siblings made their way through the crowds.
As they boarded the train, Robb turned to face his sister. "Listen, Sansa, Jon and I are going to go look for Theon. Will you be alright finding a compartment on your own?"
Sansa rolled her eyes. "Of course."
Robb smiled. "Good. See you at the feast." Jon mumbled a farewell to her too, and off the boys went.
As Sansa made her way down the corridor, she suddenly heard her name being called.
"Sansa! Sansa, over here!"
She turned around and saw Myrcella Baratheon skipping towards her excitedly. Sansa gave her a warm smile as Myrcella ran up to embrace her.
A few steps behind Myrcella was her twin brother, Joffrey who had his usual scowl fixed upon his face.
Joffrey and Myrcella's father had once been best friends with Sansa's own father, and the twins' grandfather was Tywin Lannister, the current Minister of Magic. He'd defeated Cornelius Fudge for the position the year before in what Sansa gathered from the snippets of whispered conversation she'd heard among her parents, had been a close fought and rather messy election. Sansa was not entirely sure why her parents seemed to be so displeased at the results.
In any case, Sansa and the Baratheon twins quickly found a compartment together and sat down. Myrcella went on and on excitedly about Hogwarts, but Sansa's eyes were mostly for Joffrey, who was staring out the window with a frown. She knew well he could be moody and distant. In fact, most of the time he was. Still, he was so handsome and he could be courteous all the same. Last winter, their families had both attended a ball hosted by the Tyrells and Joffrey had danced with her. That had been the most truly magical night of her life.
Soon the train began to move, and houses began to flash by the window. They were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. It had only been about ten minutes since the train had left Platform Nine and Three Quarters that there was a knock on the door.
The boy standing at the doorway was short and skinny and pale, with messy black hair and glasses that covered startlingly green eyes.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" The boy asked uncertainly. Almost apologetically.
"Of course not!" Myrcella replied in her usual chirpy tone, and Sansa gave the boy an encouraging smile. Joffrey hadn't even looked up.
The boy gave them a small smile and took his seat without a word.
"I'm Myrcella Baratheon, this is my brother Joffrey, and my friend, Sansa Stark," Myrcella said breathlessly, gesturing to everyone in turn.
"Hello," Sansa said to the boy politely.
"Hi." The boy seemed a little overwhelmed. A muggle-born perhaps.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
Sansa's mouth fell open and Myrcella let out a squeak of surprise. Even Joffrey looked up. Harry faintly blushed as the three of them stared at him in silence for a long moment.
"Well," Myrcella said, regaining her composure. "It's such an honor to finally meet you!" She extended her hand enthusiastically to Harry who awkwardly took it.
"Thanks." Harry smiled.
"I'd heard you'd be in the same year as us," Myrcella said. "But where have you been all this time? Not even grandfather would tell me," she said, giving Joffrey a brief look.
"Oh, uh, well I've been living with my aunt and uncle. Er- muggles I think they're called..."
Once again a wave of shock went through the compartment.
"Muggles!?" Myrcella said.
Harry shifted awkwardly. "Um, yes. I only learned just recently about, well-" he gestured broadly. "All this."
Sansa stared at him in shock. "You mean... You didn't know anything about our world?"
"No," Harry mumbled, looking downward." "Not until Hagrid came and told me I was a wizard."
"Who?" Myrcella asked.
"Oh, he's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts," Harry replied.
"Well don't worry," Myrcella said brightly. "I'm sure this all very strange and overwhelming, but we'll help you learn anything you need to know, won't we Sansa?"
She smiled. "Definitely."
Harry gave them both a grateful smile. "Thank you," he said. "I've been reading through my books for classes, but I must be so far behind." Harry frowned. "I'll probably be one of the worst in the class."
"You won't be," Myrcella said. "There are muggle-borns who've never even done magic in their lives. They're in the same situation as you are, but they catch up quick enough and so will you. I promise."
"Thank you." Harry said. "Really, it means a lot."
About an hour passed as Sansa and Myrcella told Harry all about the wizarding world that was his birthright. The train sped past fields bursting with beautiful autumn colors. Myrcella was teaching Harry how to play wizard's chess when the door slid open to reveal a smiling, dimpled woman. "Anything off the trolley, dears?"
Sansa and Myrcella helped Harry make a selection of the best treats, which evidently were not available in the muggle world, and then the three of them sat down happily to eat. Joffrey having not bought anything, continued to stare out the window.
Sansa watched as Harry opened his first ever chocolate frog. Snatching it from the air as it vainly attempted to escape, Harry withdrew the card Myrcella had told him would be there and read:
"Wow," Harry said. "She sounds amazing."
"Oh, she was," Sansa said eagerly. "One of the greatest witches of all time and such a romantic figure..." Last year, she'd spent a very pleasant summer reading a 1200 page historical novel dealing with Iselda Slytherin and her times. It was such a beautiful story but so tragic. It definitely left an impact on Sansa long after she turned the final page, and Iselda had been one of her heroines ever since.
"So, Slytherin," Harry said. "That's one of the four houses at Hogwarts right?"
"The greatest of the four houses. The one witches and wizards destined for greatness go to." Joffrey spoke for the first time since they'd boarded the train."
Myrcella rolled her eyes. "Joff's been looking forward to being a Slytherin ever since he could talk. Most of our mother's side of the family has ended up there. Except Uncle Tyrion of course, he's head of Ravenclaw House. In spite of what Joff says, all of the houses have their good points though. I wouldn't mind being in any of them. What about you Sansa?"
"Well, Both of my parents were Gryffindors," she said turning to Harry. "My brother too. I'm... not sure which house I'll end up in though." She glanced at Joffrey. She desperately wanted to be in the same house as him, but Slytherin... she wasn't sure what her parents would think if she ended up there. They seemed to have some weird dislike of the house.
"Hagrid told me both of my parents were in Gryffindor also," Harry said.
It was in the middle of this conversation that the door opened again and in walked a blonde haired girl with icy blue eyes and somewhat full lips turned in a frown.
"I cannot stand to hear that Longbottom boy cry about his toad for another minute." The girl took a seat next to Joffrey who glared at her. She scowled back at him, but he said nothing. Then suddenly her gaze turned to Harry's forehead. "Harry Potter," she said simply.
"Um, Yes..." Harry said.
"I'm Daphne Greengrass."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Harry said, putting out his hand, but Daphne didn't take it. She just continued to stare at him.
Sansa and Myrcella looked at each other in confusion.
Finally Myrcella gave the girl her brightest smile. "Oh, Greengrass, I know the name. You must be the daughter of Alexander Greengrass."
"Yes..." Daphne continued to stare at Harry and he started to fidget in his seat.
"Um... Well, it is indeed a pleasure then!" Myrcella said, seeming a little put off. "I've actually had the honor of meeting your father-"
Daphne put her finger to her mouth and gently shushed her. Myrcella frowned.
Daphne looked down to the card Harry was holding in his hand. "Oh, Iselda Slytherin? Perhaps you'll be sorted into her father's noble house. With me." She looked at Harry and grinned.
He looked somewhat uncomfortable.
A couple more hours passed with Myrcella making occasional conversation along the way. Lady purred as she slept on Sansa's lap. The countryside now flying past the window became wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers and dark green hills.
Soon it began to get dark. Sansa could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. Eventually there was another knock on their compartment door and it opened to reveal a blond boy, pale and thin, flanked on either side by two brutish looking boys who looked as if they were body guards.
"Oh, hello Baratheons. Greengrass..." the blond said in a bored sounding drawl. "I heard a rumor that Harry Potter was in this compartment so I came to introduce myself." His gaze turned to Harry and a faint trace of surprise came over his features. "Oh, so it was you. You should have told me who you were. Well anyway, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Oh, and this is Crabbe and Goyle," he added seemingly as an afterthought. Then he held out his hand for Harry to shake.
Harry glanced briefly at Myrcella before taking the hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's a good thing you did," Malfoy drawled. "You'll find out soon enough that some wizarding families are much better than others. I see you've found yourself in decent company already though." He glanced at Sansa and frowned a little. "I can't say I recognize you though..."
"Oh, um... I'm Sansa Stark."
"Oh, yes, I've heard of your family. Quite respectable in their own right I suppose."
Sansa decided she didn't care much for this boy.
"Well, Potter, I hope to see you in Slytherin," Malfoy said. He looked out the window. "We'll be at Hogsmeade Station soon. I suppose you'll want to change into your robes. We'll talk more at the feast." With that, Malfoy turned and left, his two brutes following silent and obediently.
Myrcella rolled her eyes after he left. "Malfoy. Pompous git. Joff and I have met him a few times because his father knows our grandfather. He's right about one thing though. We'd better get changed."
Sansa and Myrcella left with Daphne to change into their robes. Just after they'd finished changing, a voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
The train began to slow down and finally stopped. People pushed their way towards the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. They shivered in the cold night air for a few moments and then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students and a booming voice called out: "firs' years! "Firs' years over here!"
A big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
"All righ' there Harry?" the bearded giant called out to him. That must be Hagrid.
"Just fine, thanks," Harry called back.
"Is tha' all of yer? Right then, firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark either side of them that there must have been thick trees there. Nobody spoke much.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There were gasps of awe.
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" the giant called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Sansa got into a boat with Myrcella, Joffrey and Harry. With no room for Daphne, she joined Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Everyone in?" shouted the giant, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled the giant as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after the giant's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door.
"Everyone here? Good, good."
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
Passing through the barrier that separated platforms nine and ten, the Starks entered upon the sight of a shining scarlet steam engine waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between them. Sansa's own new kitten, Lady, among them. A gift from her parents on receiving her Hogwarts letter this summer.
As the time came to bid farewell to her parents and younger siblings, Sansa felt a sudden tinge of nervousness but it quickly passed and with a last look at the proud and happy faces of her mother and father as she waved goodbye, Sansa, along with Robb and Jon, made her way onto the train, Lady following obediently on her heels. Owls hooted to each other in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks as the Stark siblings made their way through the crowds.
As they boarded the train, Robb turned to face his sister. "Listen, Sansa, Jon and I are going to go look for Theon. Will you be alright finding a compartment on your own?"
Sansa rolled her eyes. "Of course."
Robb smiled. "Good. See you at the feast." Jon mumbled a farewell to her too, and off the boys went.
As Sansa made her way down the corridor, she suddenly heard her name being called.
"Sansa! Sansa, over here!"
She turned around and saw Myrcella Baratheon skipping towards her excitedly. Sansa gave her a warm smile as Myrcella ran up to embrace her.
A few steps behind Myrcella was her twin brother, Joffrey who had his usual scowl fixed upon his face.
Joffrey and Myrcella's father had once been best friends with Sansa's own father, and the twins' grandfather was Tywin Lannister, the current Minister of Magic. He'd defeated Cornelius Fudge for the position the year before in what Sansa gathered from the snippets of whispered conversation she'd heard among her parents, had been a close fought and rather messy election. Sansa was not entirely sure why her parents seemed to be so displeased at the results.
In any case, Sansa and the Baratheon twins quickly found a compartment together and sat down. Myrcella went on and on excitedly about Hogwarts, but Sansa's eyes were mostly for Joffrey, who was staring out the window with a frown. She knew well he could be moody and distant. In fact, most of the time he was. Still, he was so handsome and he could be courteous all the same. Last winter, their families had both attended a ball hosted by the Tyrells and Joffrey had danced with her. That had been the most truly magical night of her life.
Soon the train began to move, and houses began to flash by the window. They were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. It had only been about ten minutes since the train had left Platform Nine and Three Quarters that there was a knock on the door.
The boy standing at the doorway was short and skinny and pale, with messy black hair and glasses that covered startlingly green eyes.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" The boy asked uncertainly. Almost apologetically.
"Of course not!" Myrcella replied in her usual chirpy tone, and Sansa gave the boy an encouraging smile. Joffrey hadn't even looked up.
The boy gave them a small smile and took his seat without a word.
"I'm Myrcella Baratheon, this is my brother Joffrey, and my friend, Sansa Stark," Myrcella said breathlessly, gesturing to everyone in turn.
"Hello," Sansa said to the boy politely.
"Hi." The boy seemed a little overwhelmed. A muggle-born perhaps.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
Sansa's mouth fell open and Myrcella let out a squeak of surprise. Even Joffrey looked up. Harry faintly blushed as the three of them stared at him in silence for a long moment.
"Well," Myrcella said, regaining her composure. "It's such an honor to finally meet you!" She extended her hand enthusiastically to Harry who awkwardly took it.
"Thanks." Harry smiled.
"I'd heard you'd be in the same year as us," Myrcella said. "But where have you been all this time? Not even grandfather would tell me," she said, giving Joffrey a brief look.
"Oh, uh, well I've been living with my aunt and uncle. Er- muggles I think they're called..."
Once again a wave of shock went through the compartment.
"Muggles!?" Myrcella said.
Harry shifted awkwardly. "Um, yes. I only learned just recently about, well-" he gestured broadly. "All this."
Sansa stared at him in shock. "You mean... You didn't know anything about our world?"
"No," Harry mumbled, looking downward." "Not until Hagrid came and told me I was a wizard."
"Who?" Myrcella asked.
"Oh, he's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts," Harry replied.
"Well don't worry," Myrcella said brightly. "I'm sure this all very strange and overwhelming, but we'll help you learn anything you need to know, won't we Sansa?"
She smiled. "Definitely."
Harry gave them both a grateful smile. "Thank you," he said. "I've been reading through my books for classes, but I must be so far behind." Harry frowned. "I'll probably be one of the worst in the class."
"You won't be," Myrcella said. "There are muggle-borns who've never even done magic in their lives. They're in the same situation as you are, but they catch up quick enough and so will you. I promise."
"Thank you." Harry said. "Really, it means a lot."
About an hour passed as Sansa and Myrcella told Harry all about the wizarding world that was his birthright. The train sped past fields bursting with beautiful autumn colors. Myrcella was teaching Harry how to play wizard's chess when the door slid open to reveal a smiling, dimpled woman. "Anything off the trolley, dears?"
Sansa and Myrcella helped Harry make a selection of the best treats, which evidently were not available in the muggle world, and then the three of them sat down happily to eat. Joffrey having not bought anything, continued to stare out the window.
Sansa watched as Harry opened his first ever chocolate frog. Snatching it from the air as it vainly attempted to escape, Harry withdrew the card Myrcella had told him would be there and read:
Iselda Slytherin: 979 A.D. - ?
Universally considered to be one of the greatest duelists as well as one of the greatest healers of her tempestuous times, Slytherin was the daughter of famed Hogwarts co-founder Salazar Slytherin and was part of the first generation to attend the school as a member of her father's house. After graduating, she married former housemate, Koenraad van Gaunt. Slytherin is particularly famous for the creation of several healing spells and medications still vital today, her legendary singlehanded defeat of a mixed Wizarding and Goblin army of over 100, and her mysterious disappearance during the height of the wars of the early 11th century.
Universally considered to be one of the greatest duelists as well as one of the greatest healers of her tempestuous times, Slytherin was the daughter of famed Hogwarts co-founder Salazar Slytherin and was part of the first generation to attend the school as a member of her father's house. After graduating, she married former housemate, Koenraad van Gaunt. Slytherin is particularly famous for the creation of several healing spells and medications still vital today, her legendary singlehanded defeat of a mixed Wizarding and Goblin army of over 100, and her mysterious disappearance during the height of the wars of the early 11th century.
"Wow," Harry said. "She sounds amazing."
"Oh, she was," Sansa said eagerly. "One of the greatest witches of all time and such a romantic figure..." Last year, she'd spent a very pleasant summer reading a 1200 page historical novel dealing with Iselda Slytherin and her times. It was such a beautiful story but so tragic. It definitely left an impact on Sansa long after she turned the final page, and Iselda had been one of her heroines ever since.
"So, Slytherin," Harry said. "That's one of the four houses at Hogwarts right?"
"The greatest of the four houses. The one witches and wizards destined for greatness go to." Joffrey spoke for the first time since they'd boarded the train."
Myrcella rolled her eyes. "Joff's been looking forward to being a Slytherin ever since he could talk. Most of our mother's side of the family has ended up there. Except Uncle Tyrion of course, he's head of Ravenclaw House. In spite of what Joff says, all of the houses have their good points though. I wouldn't mind being in any of them. What about you Sansa?"
"Well, Both of my parents were Gryffindors," she said turning to Harry. "My brother too. I'm... not sure which house I'll end up in though." She glanced at Joffrey. She desperately wanted to be in the same house as him, but Slytherin... she wasn't sure what her parents would think if she ended up there. They seemed to have some weird dislike of the house.
"Hagrid told me both of my parents were in Gryffindor also," Harry said.
It was in the middle of this conversation that the door opened again and in walked a blonde haired girl with icy blue eyes and somewhat full lips turned in a frown.
"I cannot stand to hear that Longbottom boy cry about his toad for another minute." The girl took a seat next to Joffrey who glared at her. She scowled back at him, but he said nothing. Then suddenly her gaze turned to Harry's forehead. "Harry Potter," she said simply.
"Um, Yes..." Harry said.
"I'm Daphne Greengrass."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Harry said, putting out his hand, but Daphne didn't take it. She just continued to stare at him.
Sansa and Myrcella looked at each other in confusion.
Finally Myrcella gave the girl her brightest smile. "Oh, Greengrass, I know the name. You must be the daughter of Alexander Greengrass."
"Yes..." Daphne continued to stare at Harry and he started to fidget in his seat.
"Um... Well, it is indeed a pleasure then!" Myrcella said, seeming a little put off. "I've actually had the honor of meeting your father-"
Daphne put her finger to her mouth and gently shushed her. Myrcella frowned.
Daphne looked down to the card Harry was holding in his hand. "Oh, Iselda Slytherin? Perhaps you'll be sorted into her father's noble house. With me." She looked at Harry and grinned.
He looked somewhat uncomfortable.
A couple more hours passed with Myrcella making occasional conversation along the way. Lady purred as she slept on Sansa's lap. The countryside now flying past the window became wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers and dark green hills.
Soon it began to get dark. Sansa could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. Eventually there was another knock on their compartment door and it opened to reveal a blond boy, pale and thin, flanked on either side by two brutish looking boys who looked as if they were body guards.
"Oh, hello Baratheons. Greengrass..." the blond said in a bored sounding drawl. "I heard a rumor that Harry Potter was in this compartment so I came to introduce myself." His gaze turned to Harry and a faint trace of surprise came over his features. "Oh, so it was you. You should have told me who you were. Well anyway, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Oh, and this is Crabbe and Goyle," he added seemingly as an afterthought. Then he held out his hand for Harry to shake.
Harry glanced briefly at Myrcella before taking the hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's a good thing you did," Malfoy drawled. "You'll find out soon enough that some wizarding families are much better than others. I see you've found yourself in decent company already though." He glanced at Sansa and frowned a little. "I can't say I recognize you though..."
"Oh, um... I'm Sansa Stark."
"Oh, yes, I've heard of your family. Quite respectable in their own right I suppose."
Sansa decided she didn't care much for this boy.
"Well, Potter, I hope to see you in Slytherin," Malfoy said. He looked out the window. "We'll be at Hogsmeade Station soon. I suppose you'll want to change into your robes. We'll talk more at the feast." With that, Malfoy turned and left, his two brutes following silent and obediently.
Myrcella rolled her eyes after he left. "Malfoy. Pompous git. Joff and I have met him a few times because his father knows our grandfather. He's right about one thing though. We'd better get changed."
Sansa and Myrcella left with Daphne to change into their robes. Just after they'd finished changing, a voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
The train began to slow down and finally stopped. People pushed their way towards the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. They shivered in the cold night air for a few moments and then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students and a booming voice called out: "firs' years! "Firs' years over here!"
A big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
"All righ' there Harry?" the bearded giant called out to him. That must be Hagrid.
"Just fine, thanks," Harry called back.
"Is tha' all of yer? Right then, firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark either side of them that there must have been thick trees there. Nobody spoke much.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There were gasps of awe.
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" the giant called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Sansa got into a boat with Myrcella, Joffrey and Harry. With no room for Daphne, she joined Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Everyone in?" shouted the giant, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled the giant as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after the giant's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door.
"Everyone here? Good, good."
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
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Interesting first start, want to see how you integrate the nobility side of GoT
Chapter 2: The Sorting
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and looked to be someone that was not to be crossed.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide to reveal an entrance hall big enough to fit an average size house. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches and the ceiling was too high to make out. A magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
The first years followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Audible was the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"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. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." She briefly glanced over the students, lingering over a few.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." Then she left the chamber, leaving the first years to chat nervously among themselves. Daphne had found their way back to their little group, standing uncomfortably close beside Harry, a smile on her face.
Suddenly, screams echoed throughout the chamber and Sansa saw that a large number of ghosts had drifted through the walls into the room. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance -"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Sansa got into line behind Joffrey, with Myrcella behind her, and they were led into the Great Hall.
It was such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Sansa looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She heard a bushy haired girl whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Sansa quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth and the hat burst into a song about the four houses and the traits each of them were known for.
When the hat had finished, The whole hall burst into applause and it bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause -
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Sansa saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Baratheon, Joffrey!"
The hat took a longer time with Joff. Finally it sent him to Slytherin. Sansa saw that he had a grin on his face as he went to join his new housemates.
"Baratheon, Myrcella!"
The hat took even longer, before eventually sending her to join Hannah Abott at Hufflepuff.
"Bolton, Domeric!"
"Ravenclaw!"
McGonagall continued to go down the list. The sorting of Daphne Greengrass was the shortest so far. The hat had hardly touched her head before sending her to Slytherin.
Draco Malfoy also immediately went to Slytherin and looked quite pleased with himself.
Soon there weren't many people left. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then- "Potter, Harry!"
As Harry Potter stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
The Harry Potter?"
He looked nervous as the hat went on onto his head.
Harry was another one who took a long time to place, but eventually he went to Slytherin. After a long moment of shocked silence, the Slytherin table burst out in deafening applause. Harry walked over to the table bedecked in green and silver where Draco Malfoy had immediately called him over to sit next to him, forcing one of the two brutes who had been at his side to move.
And then finally: "Stark, Sansa!"
Sansa walked nervously up to the stool and donned the hat.
"Well, not very much like your brothers are you?
Sansa started. She wasn't sure she actually expected the hat to talk to her. She wasn't sure what she had expected exactly.
"No, dear child, you're not a Gryffindor. You wouldn't fit in with them, but where shall I put you? Hmm... More clever than people give you credit for and quite a desire to prove yourself."
Sansa hesitated. She stared over at Joffrey, sitting alone at the Slytherin table with a bored look on his face, his head resting on his right hand.
"…Slytherin. I‒ want to be in Slytherin.
"Ah, admirable loyalty, but sadly, perhaps misplaced in this case. You would be happy in Ravenclaw..."
Sansa felt a flare of anger. "Misplaced? What do you mean by that? Joffrey is... my friend. And I- want to be with him."
"Well if you're sure... SLYTHERIN!"
As Sansa was walking to join her new housemates she looked to Robb at the Gryffindor table. He regarded her curiously but clapped for her nonetheless. She sat down next to Joffrey and a brunette girl who introduced herself as Tracey Davis.
And now there were only five people left to be sorted. "Reed, Meera" became a Gryffindor "Thomas, Dean," also went to the Gryffindor table. "Turpin, Lisa," went to Ravenclaw and "Weasley, Ron" became a Gryffindor. Finally "Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered, though Sansa heard Harry ask Malfoy if he wasn't a bit mad.
The welcoming feast then magically appeared on their table and the students began to eat and talk cheerfully. This being Slytherin, the talk immediately turned to their families. Sansa had never been overly interested in genealogy. The Starks were as pure-blooded a family as any but her parents had never looked down on others of more doubtful ancestry. the discussion of her new housemates quickly reminded her that bloodlines were of the utmost importance in Slytherin.
In all honesty, the talk made her somewhat uncomfortable. Tracey seemed like a sweet girl, introducing herself enthusiastically to Sansa, but how eagerly she had got to bragging about her famous ancestor from across the ocean who had played such a big role in the sundering of America and as the first leader of the new American Confederacy... Well Sansa knew what her father thought about the Confederates and she just didn't see how being related to that man could be a source of pride.
The Slytherin house ghost, The Bloody Baron appeared partway through the meal. He had blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He took his place next to an older student for a while, who didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared.
As Harry was eating a piece of pumpkin pie, he suddenly put his fork down and put his hand to his head with a pained look.
"What is it?" Malfoy asked.
"N-nothing." He said.
Malfoy shrugged and turned back to his dessert.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked
Malfoy looked up. "Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. An old friend of my father's actually. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to - everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape. He's also our head of house."
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahern - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. The other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed at this point.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And as one the school began to sing.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the two Gryffindors, identical twins and Weasleys by the looks of them, were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
The hall was filled with the sound of benches scraping against the floor as students rose and began to file out of the hall.
"First years, with me," an older girl called out. "I'm Gemma Farley, one of your 5th year Prefects. Is everyone here? Good."
The Slytherin first years followed Gemma Farley through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, through gloomy corridors and down multiple pairs of stairs, deep into the dungeons. Sansa had noticed how tired she was as they walked the labyrinthine path to their dorms in the dungeons, and judging by the silence of her housemates only being interrupted by the occasional yawn, she wasn't the only one.
Finally the exhausted new Slytherins came to a halt at a seemingly inconspicuous stretch of wall.
"Salazar," Gemma said and the stone wall slowly began to part open. "Should be an easy enough password for you all to remember during the first week."
The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. There were old looking leather armchairs at various spots in the room and a murky green glow coming from the windows. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of the newly arriving first-years.
Gemma directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. They found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep green, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed. Lady had already been taken to the room and was sleeping contentedly at the top of Sansa's pillow.
Sansa fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, content with the world and her place in it, while not far away, Harry Potter tossed and turned uneasily all night.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide to reveal an entrance hall big enough to fit an average size house. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches and the ceiling was too high to make out. A magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
The first years followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Audible was the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"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. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." She briefly glanced over the students, lingering over a few.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." Then she left the chamber, leaving the first years to chat nervously among themselves. Daphne had found their way back to their little group, standing uncomfortably close beside Harry, a smile on her face.
Suddenly, screams echoed throughout the chamber and Sansa saw that a large number of ghosts had drifted through the walls into the room. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance -"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Sansa got into line behind Joffrey, with Myrcella behind her, and they were led into the Great Hall.
It was such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Sansa looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She heard a bushy haired girl whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Sansa quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth and the hat burst into a song about the four houses and the traits each of them were known for.
When the hat had finished, The whole hall burst into applause and it bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause -
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Sansa saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Baratheon, Joffrey!"
The hat took a longer time with Joff. Finally it sent him to Slytherin. Sansa saw that he had a grin on his face as he went to join his new housemates.
"Baratheon, Myrcella!"
The hat took even longer, before eventually sending her to join Hannah Abott at Hufflepuff.
"Bolton, Domeric!"
"Ravenclaw!"
McGonagall continued to go down the list. The sorting of Daphne Greengrass was the shortest so far. The hat had hardly touched her head before sending her to Slytherin.
Draco Malfoy also immediately went to Slytherin and looked quite pleased with himself.
Soon there weren't many people left. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then- "Potter, Harry!"
As Harry Potter stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
The Harry Potter?"
He looked nervous as the hat went on onto his head.
Harry was another one who took a long time to place, but eventually he went to Slytherin. After a long moment of shocked silence, the Slytherin table burst out in deafening applause. Harry walked over to the table bedecked in green and silver where Draco Malfoy had immediately called him over to sit next to him, forcing one of the two brutes who had been at his side to move.
And then finally: "Stark, Sansa!"
Sansa walked nervously up to the stool and donned the hat.
"Well, not very much like your brothers are you?
Sansa started. She wasn't sure she actually expected the hat to talk to her. She wasn't sure what she had expected exactly.
"No, dear child, you're not a Gryffindor. You wouldn't fit in with them, but where shall I put you? Hmm... More clever than people give you credit for and quite a desire to prove yourself."
Sansa hesitated. She stared over at Joffrey, sitting alone at the Slytherin table with a bored look on his face, his head resting on his right hand.
"…Slytherin. I‒ want to be in Slytherin.
"Ah, admirable loyalty, but sadly, perhaps misplaced in this case. You would be happy in Ravenclaw..."
Sansa felt a flare of anger. "Misplaced? What do you mean by that? Joffrey is... my friend. And I- want to be with him."
"Well if you're sure... SLYTHERIN!"
As Sansa was walking to join her new housemates she looked to Robb at the Gryffindor table. He regarded her curiously but clapped for her nonetheless. She sat down next to Joffrey and a brunette girl who introduced herself as Tracey Davis.
And now there were only five people left to be sorted. "Reed, Meera" became a Gryffindor "Thomas, Dean," also went to the Gryffindor table. "Turpin, Lisa," went to Ravenclaw and "Weasley, Ron" became a Gryffindor. Finally "Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered, though Sansa heard Harry ask Malfoy if he wasn't a bit mad.
The welcoming feast then magically appeared on their table and the students began to eat and talk cheerfully. This being Slytherin, the talk immediately turned to their families. Sansa had never been overly interested in genealogy. The Starks were as pure-blooded a family as any but her parents had never looked down on others of more doubtful ancestry. the discussion of her new housemates quickly reminded her that bloodlines were of the utmost importance in Slytherin.
In all honesty, the talk made her somewhat uncomfortable. Tracey seemed like a sweet girl, introducing herself enthusiastically to Sansa, but how eagerly she had got to bragging about her famous ancestor from across the ocean who had played such a big role in the sundering of America and as the first leader of the new American Confederacy... Well Sansa knew what her father thought about the Confederates and she just didn't see how being related to that man could be a source of pride.
The Slytherin house ghost, The Bloody Baron appeared partway through the meal. He had blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He took his place next to an older student for a while, who didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared.
As Harry was eating a piece of pumpkin pie, he suddenly put his fork down and put his hand to his head with a pained look.
"What is it?" Malfoy asked.
"N-nothing." He said.
Malfoy shrugged and turned back to his dessert.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked
Malfoy looked up. "Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. An old friend of my father's actually. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to - everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape. He's also our head of house."
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahern - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. The other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed at this point.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And as one the school began to sing.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the two Gryffindors, identical twins and Weasleys by the looks of them, were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
The hall was filled with the sound of benches scraping against the floor as students rose and began to file out of the hall.
"First years, with me," an older girl called out. "I'm Gemma Farley, one of your 5th year Prefects. Is everyone here? Good."
The Slytherin first years followed Gemma Farley through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, through gloomy corridors and down multiple pairs of stairs, deep into the dungeons. Sansa had noticed how tired she was as they walked the labyrinthine path to their dorms in the dungeons, and judging by the silence of her housemates only being interrupted by the occasional yawn, she wasn't the only one.
Finally the exhausted new Slytherins came to a halt at a seemingly inconspicuous stretch of wall.
"Salazar," Gemma said and the stone wall slowly began to part open. "Should be an easy enough password for you all to remember during the first week."
The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. There were old looking leather armchairs at various spots in the room and a murky green glow coming from the windows. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of the newly arriving first-years.
Gemma directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. They found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep green, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed. Lady had already been taken to the room and was sleeping contentedly at the top of Sansa's pillow.
Sansa fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, content with the world and her place in it, while not far away, Harry Potter tossed and turned uneasily all night.
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