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Harry Potter had never felt so panicked, on the first morning of September, he arrived too early then Uncle Vernon left him on platform nine alone unsupervised with his owl and trunk.
Harry felt very panicked, the Hogwarts Express would be leaving soon, and he still had no way to get onto platform 9 3/4.
"Do you need help?" asked a teenage boy. The teenager was wearing a hoodie and muggle jeans. His hair was platinum blonde with bright blue eyes like the ocean.
Behind the teenager, there was a small family that seemed to be the family of the teenager in front of Harry.
"Er yeah, how do I get onto the platform?" asked Harry.
"No need to be confused, just pass through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, don't worry," said the teenage boy kindly.
"You can try first, good luck," said the boy Harry's age.
Harry nodded and pushed his trolley towards the barrier, he was scared at first and closed his eyes, but the collision did not come and he opened his eyes.
Platform 9 3/4 was in sight, the red Hogwarts Express locomotive was on the platform with smoke billowing from its chimney.
"Want to find a compartment?" asked the blond boy whose brother had helped Harry.
"Sure," Harry replied.
When they both found the compartment and the blond boy sat down in his seat.
"Pheron?" a voice surprised them. The teenager who had helped Harry, now stood at the compartment door wearing a black robe and a green-silver tie with a green silver pin with the letter "P" on it.
"Oh, this is Perseus The Prefect," his brother teased.
Perseus snorted and glared at him.
Pheron seemed to know what his brother's gaze meant and suddenly looked coldly towards the window and slapped his mouth.
Harry looked back and forth between the two boys curiously.
"Eh, what's with this atmosphere?" Harry asked finally.
Perseus and Pheron stared at him.
"Nothing, oh by the way what's your name? I'm Perseus Malfoy and this little guy is Pheron," Perseus said.
"I'm not little!" Pheron snapped annoyed.
"I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you," Harry said cheerfully.
Perseus smiled and patted Harry's head. "Nice to meet you, I hope you're in Slytherin," he said.
Harry looked at him in surprise.
"I'm a Slytherin Prefect, if you need help just come to me," Perseus said, then he left the two of them.
The compartment door was thrown open, the girl who had come with Perseus and Pheron appeared there.
"Here you are," the girl said.
Pheron snorted.
"Hi," Harry said
"Hello Harry! Perseus told me about you, nice to meet you, I'm Genevive Malfoy, twin sister of, unfortunately, this idiot," Genevive pointed at Pheron.
"I'm not stupid," Pheron protested.
"Well, no, just not smart enough," Genevive said, pointing to her own temple.
Pheron angrily threw the pillow he had taken from his trunk.
"Ouch Ron!" Genevive snapped in annoyance.
Pheron looked even angrier. "DON'T CALL ME THAT NAME!!" he snapped.
Genevive seemed to realize her mistake and slapped her own mouth.
"I'm sorry," the girl whispered, a cold annoyance flashing across her beautiful blue eyes.
"Eh, I'm sorry, but what's with the nickname 'Ron'?" Harry asked confused.
"Oh, that's just a nickname for a Weasley kid," Genevive replied.
"What's wrong with that?" Harry asked.
"The Weasleys are trash, they usually look down on anyone who isn't from Gryffindor, their twins kids who are in their third year usually make jokes to bully the Slytherins," Pheron explained.
"And Percy Weasley is a scumbag this year, I hope Perseus can take care of him," Genevive said wearily.
"The Weasleys are scum! They have no possessions but are so arrogant as if they are all powerful," Pheron snapped.
"Oh, guys, it seems insulting them is a bad thing," Harry said concernedly.
"Well, we know, they have no possessions and insulting them is bad, wait until you see their prejudices about Slytherins," Genevive taunted, her blue eyes sparkling and Harry found them very cute.
Harry winced, this was going to be a long one.
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Now they had a group of soaked first years.
Minerva McGonagall looked at the childrens with a questioning look.
They all pointed at the red head who looked angry and upset.
"Mr. Weasley? What happened?" Minerva asked in surprise.
A boy who looked very much like Harry stepped forward, giving Pheron a sharp look.
"Malfoy bumped into Ron, Professor, and made Ron accidentally raise his wand and capsize all the boats," he said.
"And how is that true, Mr. Malfoy?" Minerva asked.
"I just gave him a bit of a shock mam, never thought he'd make his wand capsize all the boats," Pheron replied nonchalantly.
"Oh dear," Minerva groaned, holding her head.
"It's okay Minerva, let's get the sorting started," Albus said gently.
"Huh, okay," said the professor, then she went up to the podium and began calling her students one by one.
When it was the Malfoys' turn to be called, Draco went first, waving to his two cousins.
Pheron and Genevive waved back at the other blonde.
The Sorting Hat barely touched Draco's head when it shouted, "Slytherin!"
Perseus was the one who clapped the loudest when Draco approached him.
"Malfoy, Genevive!"
As if under magic, all the males in the Great Hall were stunned by the only Malfoy girl.
After all, Genevive was a quarter Veela, because Cellia Malfoy was the daughter of a human who married the Queen of the Veela.
Of course the females in the Great Hall also stared at Perseus and Pheron with adoring looks.
When the Sorting Hat was above his head, Allistair's voice filled his head.
"Hello, Miss Malfoy, I've sorted you before, it seems," said Allistair.
"Of course, Lord Allistair, and I hope you will place me in Slytherin this time, being among those lions disgusts me," Genevive snorted.
"As you wish, young lady, SLYTHERIN!!"
A loud applause erupted from the Slytherin table as Genevive joined them.
Perseus smiled brightly at his sister and patted her back.
"Malfoy, Pheron!"
Allistair didn't seem to have a satisfying conversation with Pheron as he shouted loudly, "SLYTHERIN!!!"
Pheron gave Harry a thumbs up, and Harry smiled at him.
Soon, Harry's name was called
"Potter, Harry!"
"Potter? Is it related to Zack Potter?"
"I didn't know Zack Potter had a brother,"
Harry felt like crying when he heard the voices, as Pheron and Genevive had told him, his family had sent Harry to the Dursleys for his twin brother. That caused Harry to be unknown in the wizarding world.
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS AND LISTEN!" Genevive snapped, knowing what Harry was feeling. Harry who had reached the bench looked at the Slytherin table, where the blonde girl gave him a thumbs up encouragingly.
The older Potter smiled brightly and put on the Sorting Hat.
"Strong, intelligent, loyal, cunning, brave, ambitious, hmm, where should I put you, Mr. Potter?" Allistair said confusedly.
Harry was still staring at the Slytherin table where Genevive was watching him with interest.
"Put me where she is," Harry whispered.
"As you wish, SLYTHERIN!" the old hat shouted.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
"Zack Potter's brother is in Slytherin? This is a scandal!"
"What the hell is this?"
"The first Potter in the snake house,"
"I'm sure he'll be the one to swallow Zack Potter into the darkness,"
Harry's heart sank when he heard the last comment, but the Malfoy brothers encouraged him with a small pat on the back.
"We'll support you, no matter what," Perseus said brightly.
"Yeah mate, we're friends right?" asked Pheron.
"We're with you Harry, Slytherins always are," said Genevive.
Followed by cheers from the other Slytherins.
Harry smiled, but a look of reproach stabbed his back.
Zack Potter's bright brown eyes stared at him with hatred.
"TRAITOR!" Zack snapped immediately.
But Zack was immediately faced with a pair of green eyes that stared at him with a look of rage.
"You challenge me? I don't need a traitorous brother like you! You and those slimy snakes who use dark magic!" Zack snapped again.
Three curses hit Zack at once, the jelly legs curse, the tongue lock curse, and the tickle curse.
A pair of green eyes stared at him with an angry and furious look. Over time, the eyes resembled the color of the killing curse.
"If you don't want Harry, we're ready to accept him,"
The air in the Great Hall immediately tensed after Pheron Malfoy's words, those cold green eyes still piercing Zack to the roots.
Far behind, Harry's green eyes began to tear up, but Genevive hugged him and said. "Don't worry, as Pheron said, we'll accept you as family anytime,"
Harry had never felt such a warm hug. He hugged Genevive back along with a gentle rub from Perseus on his back.
This year's sorting was not warm and cheerful at all.