Forbidden Corridor - PG - Chapter 2: Mistaken Identity - »
Author: Sydella Shields

When they got to Hogwarts they spotted many familiar faces, and many new ones too. They travelled from the station to the school in musty, old, carriages - four students to one carriage, so their good friend Alicia Spinnet, who was the reserve Chaser on their house Quidditch team, joined them.

"Have you seen him yet?" she asked excitedly.

"Who?" Adalita wondered cautiously.

"Harry Potter!"

"Oh that's right, I almost forgot he's coming to school this year too," said Angelica, dazed.

"Who did you think I was talking about?"

"Um..No one, really," Angelica lied, and turned her head to Adalita as if to wonder what to say next.

Jonathan took charge. "You know, I think I may have seen Harry Potter, I happened to wander into this one compartment looking for Adam's cat. The little Weasley kid, Ron was there and he was with a boy who looked like what we've read about Harry Potter. I wonder..."

Several minutes later they had arrived in the majestic Great Hall where the traditional sorting ceremony and great feast takes place. See, each year the new students put on this old wizard hat and it tells them one by one what house (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin) they would fit best in. There were four long tables for the students, one for each house, and one for the teachers. As the students took their places Angelica felt her body temperature drop as she spotted Professor Quirrell, seated next to the Potions master and Head of Slytherin Professor Snape.

At that moment Quirrell's eyes met hers and they almost seemed to go right through her.

"Hullo Angie, how was your summer?" asked her friend Oliver Wood, a handsome fifth year and Captain of their Quidditch team.

"What?" snapped Angelica, very distracted.

"Your summer? Are you alright?" he questioned, concerned.

"Sure, fine." But really all she could think of was Quirrell and how different he seemed.

After the feast all the Gryffindors were very happy, as the famous Harry Potter, who had somehow as a baby destroyed the Dark Lord Voldemort's powers, had been selected to join their house. Unfortunately his parents had been murdered and he was left with a strange lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He had to live with a horrible Muggle family up until today and really he grew up having nothing and being a nobody. But now 'most everyone wanted to meet him and be his friend! Everyone went back to their respective towers where some went straight to the dormitories and slept, but most of the older students stayed in the commons room, talking, playing Wizard's Chess or exploding snap and so forth.

Oliver, Alicia, Angelica, Jonathan, and Adalita were seated around the fireplace, talking about the day's events and the summer. "Did you see Professor Quirrell's turban?!" asked Alicia curiously. Everyone nodded.

"I wonder why he started to wear it?" Oliver brought up.

"I know! he has such nice hair, it's a shame to cover it up," Angelica started without thinking. Then she paused and turned a brilliant shade of magenta. "Oh," she said bashfully, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Percy Weasley, the prefect suddenly butted in, watching them like a hawk in his blue and white striped pyjamas.

"Really Percy, we're the same age and suddenly you're acting like you're our mother! Calm down a bit!" Adalita said.

He looked like he was contemplating taking points away from his own house or trying to come up with something to say as a comeback. Instead he silently marched upstairs to bed and when he was gone there was a burst of laughter.

Chapter 3: Don't Turn Away From Me »

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