Wai~! Another chapter, k, k!

Now which POV should I write from this time?

Warnings: OOC, HP/CCS crossover, possible shonen-ai if you squint

Syaoran is using the name Li Yuki while at Hogwarts, hopefully to avoid his family here.

Chapter 7 – Harry

You know, I’m glad Yuki is one person who didn’t make a fuss about me being Harry Potter. It’s unnerving, the way everyone is staring at me while I’m sitting here, the Sorting Hat on my head, begging it *not* to put me in Slytherin.

“Gryffindor!”

Yes! I’m in the same house as Yuki. I’ll have at least one friend there. And Malfoy got into Slytherin, so I won’t be anywhere near him.

I sit down next to Yuki and relax.

Oh look, there’s the High Table. Dumbledore looks a lot like his chocolate frog card, and Quirell’s turban looks really funny. Professor McGonagall’s up there too, I guess that’s all the teachers…

Ron just got into Gryffindor! Now I’ll know two people. Dumbledore’s making his short speech now, oh no, I hope I didn’t miss anything important but I’m so glad I have two friends now. It’s a pity Hermione Granger is here, she seems like an awful know-it-all, and she was kind of rude to Ron on the train. Still, she can’t be worse than Dudley, right?

The plates suddenly fill with food, so I help myself. Yuki only took a little, I wonder if he’s not hungry?

Maybe he’s not used to English food. Is he Japanese?

“That does look good,” A voice interrupts. I see a ghost… yes, it is a ghost in old-fashioned English clothes. I wonder if he’s our ghost. As if in answer, he says that he’s the resident ghost of Gryffindor.

“I do miss eating…”

Yuki looks sympathetic for a second, before he turns back to his steak. But if he’s a Muggle, he can’t have seen ghosts before, can he?

“Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?”

I’m not the only one who gasps when his head just swings down like a hinge. I wonder if it hurts, but since he’s a ghost, it probably doesn’t.

Still, the food’s calling to me, so I finish and then there’s dessert. Oh yum… even Yuki looks happy. He seems to like chocolate a lot.

Chocolate is good, but mmm, these treacle tarts are good too. I wonder where all this food comes from? Oh well, it’s magic…

“I’m a half-and-half.” Seamus says. “My dad’s a Muggle. Mom didn’t tell him she was a witch ‘til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him.”

That must have been horrible for the poor man…

“What about you, Yuki?”

Yuki looks startled. “My mother’s not a witch, and I don’t know who my father is… I’ve never met him. And I haven’t seen my mother in months…”

Neville looks sympathetic along with a few girls.

So he’s an orphan now? Is that why he ran away?

Maybe I’d better not ask yet. It seems pretty recent.

Unfortunately, Ron didn’t know tact.

“Is that why you ran away?”

“You ran away from home?” Percy sounds scandalized.

“How’d you get here?” That’s what Fred wants to know.

“I got a scholarship to Hogwarts.” Yuki says coldly. Yep, this is definitely a sore spot for him. I’m not stupid enough to ask.

The conversation turns to Neville. Everyone feels the chill radiating from his voice. He must not have been on good terms with his mother when she died.

Who’s that man at the Head Table? He doesn’t look too happy. He’s looking this way – ah! My scar! What is going on?

For a second, all I feel is numbing pain.

‘Harry? Harry?” Yuki’s shakes me. How’d he notice?

No one else seems to have to. My scar…

“Percy, who is that?” I have to know. My scar wouldn’t hurt for no reason! Is this man dangerous?

Percy notices my pointing. “Oh. That’s Snape, the Potions teacher. He’s talking to Professor Quirell; I think you met him. Snape really wants Quirell’s job, and he knows a lot about the Dark Arts…”

Dark arts? Like… Voldemort? Oh, now I don’t fell safe at this school at all…

But dinner’s ending, and then the school song comes, and I’m so tired I don’t really care. We follow Percy up to the Gryffindor common room, and we have to give the portrait a crossword, I mean password… but it’s not too hard to remember, so hopefully I won’t get locked out, and then it’s upstairs to the dorm where six beds are waiting and I’m so tired I’m asleep as soon as the head hits the pillow.

The last thing I see is Yuki staring at that ring. Maybe it’s a present from his mom? That might explain why he seems so attached to it…

The next morning, if possible, things are worse. If I thought people were making a fuss over me back in the Great Hall, they weren’t. It’s really annoying how everyone keeps staring at me. For crying out loud, I almost wish I hadn’t survived! It’d be better than living with the Dursleys for ten years…

And of course, Voldemort, or You-know-who as everyone keeps saying… I don’t want to think about him, but it’s hard not to… especially when everyone’s staring at me like that! I mean, so I ‘defeated’ Voldemort as a baby. So what?

I’d rather have my parents alive or be with them. But enough complaining… let’s talk about class!

The first class I had today was Herbology. Did I mention that I don’t like plants? Normally I would, except that some of the plants were alive and tried to get us! I don’t remember what Professor Sprout called them, but luckily, we were working with belladonna today and it didn’t move at all, thank goodness… Yuki kept sneezing, I wonder if he has allergies?

Then I had History of Magic. What a surprise! I didn’t know ghosts could teach… but it was so boring I fell asleep. I guess I didn’t sleep enough last night or something. The rest of the class was dozing off too, except Hermione Granger. Something about that girl just rubs me the wrong way. Does she have to be the best in everything?

Anyways, we got assigned twelve inches of homework. I’m still not used to writing with ink and quill, it’s so different from just using a pen or pencil. You have to be careful about inkblots, and the letters come out blurry if your quill isn’t trimmed just right, what a mess! And there’s no way to erase it!

Yuki seems to spend an awful lot of time staring off into space. Ron just bounced an inkwell off his head. Oh, it looks like he didn’t like that.

“What was that for?!”

“Pay attention! Why are you spacing out all the time? Did you finish your essay already?”

“Yes, I finished. Now can you leave me alone?” Yuki takes out his copy of Hogwarts, a History and starts reading it. Ron sighs.

“Lighten up, Yuki. You need to have some fun.”

Yuki half-smiles and nods, and before I know it, they’re engaged in a game of Wizard’s chess, essays forgotten.

Cool! The pieces move!

But it’s getting late, and I’m yawning, so I stumble up to bed and soon, I hear the others coming up.

Nice sleep… Zzzzz….

End Chapter

Completed 1/24/05

Is Harry OOC? I don’t know, he seems so flat in the books…

Yue: So I’m out of the picture?

Phantomness: Don’t think so, since it’s Syaoran’s POV next chapter