Feast

Whispering can be heard, not just from the Ravenclaw table, but also from the entire Great Hall, like "I can't believe Harry's in Ravenclaw!" or " Hmm. Potters are known to go to Gryffindor…" or even "How the bloody hell does a Weasley go in Ravenclaw?!"

Needless to say, the whole Potter and Weasley in Ravenclaw conundrum didn't alter the two boys' spirits. It actually raised them. Well, I guess you can say that unless all the Weasley brothers come over. Especially Percy, who seem to be more Ravenclaw than Gryffindor himself.

"I can't believe my kid brother is in Ravenclaw. And they say I should be," said Percy, looking at Ron in awe.

"Ronnikons?"

"Are you-"

"-really our-"

"-brother?" asked the Weasley twins.

Ron face palmed. "Of course I'm your brother. Doesn't mean that all of you are in Gryffindor doesn't mean I have to be, right? You wouldn't disown me and treat me unfairly if I was in Slytherin, right? Otherwise, then are you really my brothers?" Ron deadpanned. The twins picked their jaws up the floor before Percy prevented a squabble.

"C'mon guys, leave em' be." Percy practically shoved the twins away, respecting Ron.

Hermione noticed something around Harry's neck as he was eating. "Hey Harry. What's that?" Harry stopped eating and took out a necklace from underneath his shirt. It was a clear cylindrical bottle with a tiny white paper crane inside.

"Oh, this is my paper crane necklace. The bottle I found in my aunt and uncle's attic. The crane I actually folded myself." Hermione took a closer look at the necklace, and Ron joined as well. "Some delicate hands you got there," he commented.

"Thanks. It's always been a good luck charm. Even in the most scariest of times back home."

The prefects led the first years to the tower. Ron was playing with actual string puppets while Harry immediately started folding and hanging paper cranes on the ceiling of his four post bed. Their roommates, Michael and Terry, didn't seem to mind.

During transfiguration, they had to turn a matchstick into a needle. Harry seemed fond of the subject. It felt like the delicateness of folding paper into something completely different. Harry and Hermione managed to get it the first try, and Ron followed along. However, Harry's was the sharpest in the entire class. He even apologized when it poked a hole into Mcgonagall's finger.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, Mr. Potter. Your father was good at transfiguration, but not like this on the first try!" Harry smiled with pride, and all pieces of paper that wasn't attached to something somehow folded themselves into random objects for a second before unfolding flat with no creases.

Mcgonagall was baffled, but seeing that they returned to normal, she dismissed it. She assigned almost all the students to practice the spell for homework and to write a paragraph.

Flitwick taught the class the levitating charm. And just like in Mcgonagall's class, people were having a hard time levitating a feather. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The feather seemed to shoot against the ceiling like a bullet. Flitwick clapped his hands, impressed. "Bravo, Mr. Weasley! Neither have any of your brothers managed to levitate something that fast! 20 points to Ravenclaw!"

Eventually, Harry and Hermione managed to get the spell, but never as fast as Ron. Harry would rather do it on paper. "Aren't these feathers lighter than the paper you summon?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, but since I was five all I ever levitated was paper. One time I had a flock of paper cranes follow me. I'm working on some techniques."

Ron nodded. "Imagine if you can make wings out of all your paper. Heck, imagine if you can fly!" Harry daydreamed on that. Being free just like his paper cranes.

"You know, I'm practicing my powers. I managed to summon ten crows at a time. Though it took me a while to know how I did it."

"Cool!" Want to come up with names?" suggested Ron. Both grinned at the idea. "Let's give the name Crane to Harry. He seems to love his paper cranes."

"And what about Crow for Hermione?"

"Yeah!"

"What about me?" asked Ron.

"Er let's see. Puppet itself seems lame. Strings sounds fragile. How about Marionette?" suggested Hermione.

"That seems good."

"Then it's settled."

"Crane, Crow, and Marionette."

It was Wednesday, which means potions. The Professor Snape was, well, interesting. "Potter!" he snapped, glaring into his eyes. "What do you get when you combine powdered root of asphodel with an infusion of Wormwood. 'What the?' thought Harry. Hermione's hand shot up in the air. 'Let's see…' after five seconds of thinking, he knew the answer.

Sorry for skipping the rest of the potions class. It's too hard to write for me seeing that I don't know if Harry would know or not. There was supposed to be more, but I cut that off for next chapter. See ya!