Harrison Evans and the Hogwarts First Year
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns this stuff, and I do not. *sigh*
SUMMARY: Without the scar, without the hair, without the name...Harrison Evans is just another Gryffindor trying to make it through First Year.
NOTES: This really focuses on the friendship between Hermione and Harrison, and thus has a lot of mushy moments between them. If you don't like these two being cute together, then GO AWAY! (as Moaning Myrtle would say.)
Also, Ron who?
ONE: THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS
Hermione Granger could barely contain her excitement as she sat in her seat on the Hogwarts Express. Her uniform was neatly pressed, her hair was as tamed as she could get it, and her tie was perfectly knotted, thanks to a quick lesson from her father. The grin on her face was uncontained, and she could barely keep herself from bouncing in her seat.
She was a witch!
She was a witch, and magic was real. She'd received her letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearly a year ago, and the moment she'd read it, so much about her life had made sense. This was the reason that she'd never been able to fit into normal schoolroom classes. This was the reason that even when she was with her family, she felt as though she was the outsider. Being the only witch in her family was something unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome.
She spotted her parents faces in the crowd of milling parents on Platform 9 ¾, and waved excitedly to them. They smiled at her and waved back, as a whistle blew, and the train finally jerked into motion. She kept waving until the train had pulled away from the platform, and she could no longer see her family.
She sighed contentedly and sat back in her seat. She kept an eye on the door of her compartment, watching as students aged between eleven and eighteen found their way to their friends. A boy who looked about her own age slid the door open and looked in hesitantly.
"May I?" he asked, gesturing towards the empty seat opposite her.
She waved her hand for him to come in. "Of course, come in," she replied, politely.
He slid the door closed behind him and hoisted himself onto the seat. Hermione couldn't help but flick her eyes to his above his eyebrows, curiousity burning within her.
"Are you, uh...I mean, you're..."
The boy grinned at the implied question. He slipped his hand up to his head and pulled off the violet bandana with the logo for the Cancer Research UK stencilled onto it. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in his almost completely bald head with its barely there dark stubble.
"C-chemo?" Hermione asked.
"No. My brother has leukaemia, he's in remission right now, but when he was going through treatments, he lost all his hair. I shaved mine off in solidarity. Anyway, we colour-coded our bandanas for each of the different days for while I'm away. Today's violet, Monday through Friday is the first five colours of the spectrum, and Saturday's are indigo."
"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue," Hermione recited. She bit her lip, mortified at the torrent of information she'd unthinkingly released. "Sorry...I-I can't even imagine. I'm sorry, about your brother."
"He's alright. Dud's a fighter. He's strong."
"Still, it can't have been easy."
The boy sighed. "It wasn't. Dud was diagnosed when we were four, and it destroyed our family really. His dad Vernon took off, and mum could barely keep up with money. There were a few weeks that we barely made it through. We got there though. Dud's better than ever, he's back in school, and I'm a freakin' wizard."
Hermione couldn't help but smile at his emphatic statement about his discovery of magic. "Your parents don't have magic?"
He shook his head. "Mum doesn't. Mum's sister did, though, so mum wasn't really that surprised. I'm just disappointed that Dud can't come with me. I think he is too."
"You two must be really close?"
He nodded. "It's just been us for years. Dud was so sick, he couldn't go to school, and I hated being there without him. Whenever he was in hospital, mum couldn't keep me out of there. I'm a perfect match for him, so whenever he needs marrow or platelets or anything, I'm right there next to him. He's my best friend," he sighed softly. "I almost didn't come to Hogwarts when I found out."
"What made you decide to?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Dud wanted me to. Said that if I couldn't get a control of my 'magical mishaps', as he called them, then I'd be pretty useless. And then mum wondered if there wasn't a magical cure that could help Dud, and that pretty much decided it for me."
Hermione's eyes widened. "And is there?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Everything I've read so far says no, but I don't know if that's just because I've been reading the wrong things, or if it's not something that witches and wizards have had to deal with. I can't find even find a single reference to cancer or leukaemia in anything I've read."
"You know, I was reading Hogwarts: A History, and it says that the school has the most complete library of any of the magical schools in the northern hemisphere. Maybe when we're at school, you'll find something more definitive. Or you could ask the school nurse."
He stared at her, wide-eyed. "I hadn't thought of that. Thanks uh...oh. Well, that's rude. I spill my guts out, and I don't even know your name."
"Hermione," she replied, with a smile. She'd never had anyone just 'spill their guts' to her before. She rather liked it. "Hermione Granger."
"I'm Harrison Evans. You're really easy to talk to, you know that?"
Hermione flushed. No one had ever said that to her before, either. "I uh...thanks."
Harrison grinned. "Say, tell me about you. Are you a first generation witch?"
Hermione shook her head in confusion. "First generation?"
"Well, I really hate the word 'muggle'. It just seems...racist," Harrison said.
"Oh, well, yes, I am. First generation, I mean. My parents were very surprised, though they did say it explained a lot of things that had been happening since I was little."
Harrison laughed. "What was your first clue?"
Hermione smiled. "I was four, and mum wouldn't read me another bedtime story, as I'd already had three. So...I held out my hand to a book on the other side of the room, and it came to me."
"Wicked! What else?"
"Uh, well, one of the girls in my class was teasing me about my...about my teeth," Hermione confessed. "And I got so mad, and then...well, her teeth started growing until they were nearly a foot long."
Harrison's eyes widened in shock. "Cripes, what happened after that? I mean, didn't everyone freak out?"
"I don't know," Hermione said. "I ran away as soon as I saw. I was terrified of going back to school, but Daddy made me. Anyway, when I got to school, her teeth were, well, they were the same size as mine, but...nobody remembered what had happened the day before. Not even the girl it happened to. I don't really know what made everybody forget though. And, horrible as it sounds, I was just glad that she had the same teeth as I did. She didn't like being teased either."
Harrison studied Hermione's teeth curiously. "They're not that bad," he said. "You'll grow into them, in any case. That's what mum says about Dud's anyway."
Hermione felt herself blushing once more. It was the first time anyone her own age had said anything positive to her about her teeth. She didn't know whether or not to believe him, but it was certainly the nicest thing anyone had said about them.
A loud thump in the corridor broke Hermione's lapse into awkward silence, and the door to their compartment slid open. A red headed boy poked his head inside and looked between them.
"Sorry, I was looking for, uh...my brothers," the boy explained.
He left as quickly as he'd entered.
"I got the feeling he wasn't being entirely honest," Hermione said.
"Me too," Harry said quietly. What the boy had been looking for was a mystery though, so it was promptly put from their minds.
"Harrison, are you worried about, well, being a wizard? Learning spells and everything?" Hermione asked curiously.
He breathed out slowly. "Yeah. A little. I mean, what I know about magic is all top hats and rabbits. I don't know the first thing about Charms and Transfiguration and Potions. I didn't even try anything with my wand. You?"
"Uh, I may have tried a few simple spells. And, they all worked for me, but I can't help but be really nervous. What if all the wizarding kids are years ahead of us?"
"Well, mum said that when her sister went, she was the brightest witch of her age. But, I don't know if that's just mum being biased. But, if my aunt could do it, then, so can we," Harrison proclaimed.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief that she didn't realise she'd been holding.
"Did you talk to your aunt about magic at all?"
"No, she died when I was really little. I don't remember her at all," Harrison said. "Mum said that she died in some sort of wizarding civil war."
"I read about that, in Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts," Hermione said. "There was a massive war over a decade ago, where a group of extremist Purebloods rallied around a Dark Lord to try and wipe out anyone with 'impure' blood. First generations, and people of mixed heritage."
Harrison's eye narrowed in dislike. "Sounds like Hitler."
"Doesn't it just," Hermione replied. "Except the resistance against the Dark Lord was practically nil. Just the Aurors, and a group of vigilantes called the Order of the Phoenix. Anyway, the story goes that the Dark Lord was defeated when he cast a curse at a baby boy, but the curse rebounded, and vanquished the Dark Lord instead."
Harrison looked at his new friend in vague disbelief. "You're kidding," he snorted. "A baby vanquished the Dark Lord?"
"That's what the history books say about it," Hermione confirmed. "Actually, he's about our age, and according to the books, his name is Harry Potter. The wizarding world call him the Boy-Who-Lived."
Harrison froze. "Potter?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes. His parents were students at Hogwarts. James and Lily Potter. The Dark Lord killed them before he tried to kill Harry," she explained. She couldn't help but noticed how pale Harrison had gone. "What's wrong?"
"It's just...I may not have been entirely honest earlier."
Hermione shook her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Dud's not my brother, he's my cousin. And my mum's actually my aunt, and my aunt is actually my mum."
"You've lost me, Harrison," Hermione said.
"My aunt...well, my birth mum, her name was Lily Potter."
"So...you're Harry Potter?"
Harrison nodded. "I didn't know about this whole Boy-Who-Lived thing, though. I just knew that my birth parents died in the war. My aunt's been a mother to me my whole life, and Dud's my brother so, it's really not a lie. It's just not exactly science. I really didn't mean to lie, it's just-"
"They're your family, Harry," Hermione said, her voice soft with compassion and understanding.
"Harrison, please," he said softly. "I...I don't liked being called Harry."
Hermione nodded. "Of course, whatever you prefer."
He sighed. "Well, that was unexpected," he said. "What kind of title is 'the Boy-Who-Lived' anyway?"
"Well, according to all the books I read on it, the title came about because the Dark Lord cast what's known as a Killing Curse at...Harry Potter. There's never been anyone in history who has lived through it. Until...well, the Boy-Who-Lived. Supposedly the curse bounced back and vanquished the Dark Lord."
"Huh...that's the weirdest thing anyone has ever told me. Remembering of course, that a few weeks ago, I was told I'm a freakin' wizard."
"Uh, Harrison, I don't mean to alarm you, but, you might want to know that, well, you're famous in the wizarding world," Hermione said. "Everyone knows your name. And I do mean everyone."
Harrison rubbed a hand over the stubble on his head, unable to reconcile this news with his knowledge of his life. He'd been surprised enough to learn about the existence of magic at all, let alone trying to deal with the idea that he was famous. His mum certainly hadn't told him about that. He wondered if she even knew.
"How do you know all this stuff? There's nothing about this in any of our textbooks," Harrison said.
Hermione flushed a dull pink. "I read a lot."
"Yeah, but you've only had a few weeks to read it all."
"Weeks?" Hermione repeated. "I've had months."
Harrison glanced at her questioningly. "Months?"
"I got my letter the week before my eleventh birthday. That was September of last year. After first term had started already. I've had to wait nearly twelve months for this. I've had a lot of reading time."
Harrison winced. "Ouch. A year? I was barely able to wait a few weeks. I made mum take me to Diagon Alley for supplies the week before my birthday."
The door to their compartment slid open, and a boy with silver blonde hair looked inside. He sneered in their direction.
"Definitely not this lot," he commented to his two gorilla-like friends.
He stood waiting for a reaction, though neither Harrison nor Hermione rose to take the bait. Hermione knew from previous experience that the blonde was going to be a bullying bigot, and if she wasn't mistaken, would most likely be one of the more affluent students attending Hogwarts.
Harrison raised an eyebrow at the blonde boy, silently challenging him. The blonde couldn't stand the silence, and so, filled it with his own voice.
"Rumour has it that Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts," the boy said pompously.
"Who?" Harrison asked with a quick wink to Hermione.
"Ugh," the blonde groaned. "Muggleborns."
"I prefer to think of us as being first generation witches and wizards. And besides, what's so special about your bloodline?"
"I am a Malfoy," he pronounced egotistically. "My bloodline is pure going back to the time of Merlin. And you are beneath me in every way."
"I doubt that," Harrison said. "So, this whole 'pureblood' thing, does that mean you'll be marrying your cousin or something, because from the looks of you, I'd say your parents were related already, and too much inbreeding can cause brain damage. Just so you know."
Malfoy's hands clenched into fists. "You filthy little mudblood! How dare you?"
"Malfoy, was it? Why don't you run along with your boyfriends, and try and find this Harold Spotter bloke whoever the heck he is, and leave my friend and I alone. Frankly you're ruining the mood here," Harrison said.
"It's Harry Potter, and he's only the saviour of the wizarding world. He'll be the most influential wizard in this generation, and I plan on being there next to him," Malfoy boasted.
"Well, good luck with that," Harrison said. "Keep on trying, and all."
Malfoy glared, certain that the stubble-haired boy was mocking him, but uncertain as to how exactly. He nodded to his two friends, and they left the compartment with their cloaks flowing behind them.
"I see what you mean," Harrison said. "That was bizarre."
"Harrison, are you sure you should have insulted him like that?" Hermione asked timidly. "It's just, well, boys like him tend to get their way."
Harrison shrugged. "He can get his way all he wants, but he's not going to matter in the long run. He talks a good game, but the second someone bigger and stronger comes along, he'll crumble like a leaf."
Hermione wasn't entirely certain, but she was bolstered by Harrison's confidence. She'd never met anyone like him, and the fact that he was so easy to talk to was more comforting than anything else.
"Can I ask a personal question?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
Harrison nodded. "Alright. Just, I may not answer, okay?"
"That's fair. It's just...in all the books I read about the war, whenever it mentioned, well, Harry Potter, it mentioned a very unique scar that he had on his forehead. And, well, you don't have one," Hermione said, trying her best to be tactful.
Harrison grinned and licked his finger, before wiping it over a spot on his forehead. A jagged scar in the shape of a lightning bolt revealed itself before Harrison replaced the bandana to cover the scar.
"Makeup?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. When I was really little, people were teasing me about it at school, so my mum used to cover it with foundation to hide it. I've done it ever since. It only takes a minute to cover it up, and people don't notice it. Plus the bandana covers it if worse comes to worst," he explained. "You're telling me my scar is famous too?"
"It's probably going to be the most indentifying mark you could have," Hermione said.
"Hmmm...well, I'll just keep it covered I guess. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Never," Hermione swore solemnly. "I would never tell anyone."
Harrison grinned. "Great. So, tell me, do you have siblings?" he asked.
Hermione quickly forgot about the blonde boy and settled back into conversation with her new friend, eager to cement their connection, and learn everything she could about him, while teaching him everything about her in kind.
The only other interruption in their day was a chubby-faced boy who popped his head into their carriage.
"Have either of you seen a toad?" the boy asked. "Only, mine's run off."
"Sorry, mate. What's his name?"
"Trevor," the boy replied despondently. "And I'm Neville."
"Nice to meet you Nev," Harrison said, reaching forward to shake Neville's hand. "This is Hermione. And I'm Harrison."
"Nice to meet you both," he replied. "W-will you let me know if you find Trevor?"
For Hermione, the six hour train trip to Hogwarts was the best few hours of her life. She'd made her first friend in her entire life, and watched him stand up to someone who only hours ago would have made her cry. She could tell that Harrison Evans was going to be a one of a kind friend, and she had no intention of letting him go.
The sky darkened outside, and Harrison peered out into the darkness.
"I think I can see it," he exclaimed excitedly.
Hermione raced to the window, and leant up close to the window, her face to the window, a smile on her lips. "Hogwarts!"
"A whole new world," Harrison said. "A dazzling place I never knew."
Hermione smiled at him happily. "That's one of my favourite movies," she said.
"Mine too. I always wished I could be like Genie, granting wishes. And now...I'm a freakin' wizard!"
Hermione laughed heartily. "And I'm a freakin' witch."
Harrison grinned. "I have a feeling this is going to be a great year."
"The best year ever."
A.N: So, this has been in the mental pipeline for about two years. I wanted to write a purely HP fic, as my specialty is HP/BTVS crossovers. So, here's my first offering of a novella.
Also, while I'm following the basic outline for the first book/film, there will be many changes. I've taken some dialogue, but I've re-written about eighty percent of it.
Let me know what you think, please?