Harry wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten into this situation. He usually didn't associate with Slytherins, Malfoy had been a big enough reason not too, but he thought Connor was different. And he was... for the most part. He was a transfer from the American school of magic, a name too complex for him to recite, nevermind all of the Latin he speaks on a daily basis through spells. He was taller, obviously, than all the first years he was being sorted with, with him being sixteen years old. He rivalled Ron in height and he was sure there wasn't much difference between them. The Sorting Hat took precisely four minutes and twenty three seconds to choose him, not that Harry was counting, and finally, the old piece of leather called out the houss of snakes. The rest of Gryffindor house turned around at that admission but Harry kept his eye on the silent 6th year as he made his way towards the sea of green, catching the way he flaked off Malfoy's offer to sit with his crew, in favour of the empty spot of the table reserved for new first years. Harry found it interesting the boy kept up the tradition. After that, the black haired boy watched him through their shared classes; Connor was bright, exceptionally so. And quick witted, he never seemed to let Malfoy nor Seamus' cutting and banterous remarks get to him. They never talked, not for the whole of September and we'll into October too. But Harry couldn't help but befriend the brunette, not after that night. And now, he was standing here, under the wand point of someone he called a friend, someone, who had betrayed him, like everyone else ended up doing.
[END?] (AU PART 1/?) ac; @lovevgood w/voiceover
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