Harry stared up at the castle that was known as Hogwarts as he rode a boat to cross the lake with Hiroyuki, Ron and Hagrid. All of the other students whom had been on the train sat inside a boat with four students occupying each one. Nobody had their suitcases with them as they were advised to leave them on the train. Harry was hesitate but he knew he could trust them, mainly because Hiroyuki had told them that their stuff would appear in their dorms.

Lately, with all of the information Hiroyuki had of Hogwarts, Harry was starting to think of Hiroyuki as a Hogwarts guidebook with legs. The snowy-haired teen did seem to know everything about everything, whenever he asked a question it was answered almost immediately as if on instinct.

"Hogwarts looks beautiful at night, doesn't it?" Hiroyuki, lying down backwards with his head in Harry's lap, suddenly asked, breaking Harry's train of thought.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Harry says.

"It really does look stunning," said Ron.

"Even after all of these years Hogwarts is still a sight to see," Hagrid said. "It never gets old."

"I've waited so long to go to Hogwarts," Ron said, "but I'm nervous."

"Why," Harry asked him.

"Did the twins tell you something stupid about the house arrangements?" Hiroyuki muttered.

The red-head looked at the Japanese teen in surprise, "How did you know it was about the house arrangements?"

"I have a very strong intuition," Hiroyuki sat up and looked at Ron with pink sapphire eyes that shined in the moon light like diamonds. "So what did the idiots brainwash you with?"

Ron told them that Fred and George said that they had to fight a troll to decide on the house they were put in.

"Bah," Hagrid scoffs. "I like those two, really I do, they make me laugh, but they don't seem to have a limit when it comes to kiddin' around."

Hiroyuki agreed, "I know, it seems like their mischief gauges never run out. Well, when I'm not around that is."

That brought Harry back to the conversation back at the train station when the twins mentioned the "thing" that Hiroyuki had done to make the jokers respect and fear him so much. He swore, if he didn't find out what the shocking deed his friend had done in the past he is going to scream from built up frustration.

After the boat ride, all of the students were greeted by a teacher, Professor McGonagall, whom had explained the rules of Hogwarts, curfews, houses, house points (pretty much everything Hiroyuki has already taught Harry about back at Mrs. Figgs' house) in the entrance hall. When she was done, she said she would be back in a minute when everyone in the Grand Hall were ready for them and to "smarten" themselves up while they waited. Hiroyuki moved through the crowd of children to go with her but Harry grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

The snowy-haired teen looked back at his companion with a raised eyebrow. Harry realized what he just did and blushed profoundly, quickly letting go of Hiroyuki's sleeve in embarrassment. He was so used to Hiroyuki being by his side and felt nervous to be all by himself in a strange new place. Hiroyuki just gave Harry a genuine smile of encouragement. Harry just smiled back and let him go the second time around.

The smile soon faded and Harry's stomach twisted in anxious knots. The pre-teen's hand went to his stomach as he felt nauseous coil inside. Maybe having all of those sweets on the train ride here wasn't such a good idea after all.

"You alright, mate?" Ron asked Harry with concerned.

"Yeah," the green-eyed boy gently shrugged off the red-head, "yeah, I think I just had one too many chocolate frogs."

"Hopefully you'll still be able to eat some "real food"," Ron said, "as my mum would call it. I hear from my older brothers that the food is fantastic."

Harry managed a little smile at that and an inward chuckle. It sure must be nice to have a real family like the Weasleys.

Then the unexpected happened. All of the color from Harry's face was drained from fright and he jumped a couple of feet in the air when several kids behind him started screaming.

A gasp of surprise escaped from Harry along with the other children around him as about twenty ghosts had just phased through the back wall. None of the undead spirits gave notice to the first years in the hall with them. A couple of the ghosts started an argument over another ghost, whose named Peeves, who sounds like a real pest if they're debating on the overuse of chance for the supposed poltergeist.

It didn't seem all that interesting to Harry but he couldn't bring himself to look away as if he was mesmerized by a boring scene from an old movie while channel surfing on a lazy Sunday. It did lessen his stress levels however. He wasn't as nervous as before.

When the ghosts did notice the children, it was kind of ironic how the dead didn't notice the living, McGonagall had come back and shooed them away for the ceremony was about to begin.

"Now," McGonagall told the first years, "form a line and follow me."

Everyone obliged to the female professor command. Harry stood in between Ron, who was behind him, and behind a boy with sandy blonde hair. Harry had to take in deep intakes of oxygen to keep away the nervousness that tried to capture him again. He does not spew the contents of his stomach during the ceremony.

TEOAGOD

After a rather interesting choir performance of Hogwarts Anthem, all of the first years stood in a line in front of the whole school waiting to be sorted into their respective houses by the Sorting Hat. A newbie first year would sit on a wooden stool before having the Sorting Hat place upon their heads until the hat shouted out what house it deemed to fit the characters.

Harry's heart beats hard inside his ribcage from anticipation. He knew Hiroyuki was in Slytherin when he went to school here and wouldn't have minded being sorted there but that Malfoy boy he met at the robes emporium was sorted before him, and he was put in Slytherin. If they hadn't gotten off on the wrong foot on that day Harry wouldn't have minded but since he knew how much of a jerk the platinum blonde was Harry didn't want to be anywhere near him. Not to mention the Sorting Hat had barely even touched a single strand of hair on the Malfoy's head when it sorted him. If Malfoy was that bad then he'll join the Slytherins when Jason Voorhees enters a math competition, and wins.

Just thinking about what the other had said, things he forced himself to forget, gave him the type of headache that felt like hooks lodged into his temples from the blood rushing in that area. It frustrated him so much he wanted to-Harry shook a gory thought out of his head. He shouldn't be thinking like that right now. He has to think positively. Ripping out someone's throat wouldn't exactly make a good first impression. He inwardly huffs at how different he's become since he's been around Hiroyuki. While Harry does know quite a bit for his age now, there are some things that probably should have been left out of his knowledge but wasn't.

Harry was startled out of his thoughts when professor McGonagall called out his name. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Anxiety came back but five times worse than outside of the Grand Hall. What will everyone think when the boy-who-lived looks more like a girl? Should he say anything about it? Is that window to the right loose enough for him jumped out without breaking it much? Or maybe he can make a run for it. His robes were already black so he could hide in the shadows and possibly sneak out of the Grand Hall without anyone noticing?

He shook his head. No, no, Harry scolded himself, don't be ridiculous. If you can't be here for yourself, than do it for Hiroyuki.

Despite the snowy-haired teen's quirks and overly affectionate personality, Hiroyuki Usami is the best friend anyone could have. He's there when Harry needs him and he's there when he's not wanted. One thing for sure is Hiroyuki is his life line in the time being. The author has sown himself into Harry's life in such a way that it would be hard to live without (it's possible but it would be difficult).

Professor McGonagall looks at her scroll then back at the decreasing group of unsorted first years leaning in to get a closer look as she repeated, "Harry Potter?"

Whispers that had started on the first calling had turned to confounded mutters and murmurs but Harry paid no heed to them. The cross-dresser averts his eyes towards Hiroyuki where he sat in between Professor Quirrel, whom the author has dubbed "Professor Twitchy", and a man with dark, greasy, shoulder-length hair and dressed in all black with a big hooked nose. He must have some Italian in his blood. That observant thought quickly scattered as emerald met pink sapphire from the long distance with the green irises searching for guidance that wasn't needed for the other students. Hiroyuki waved his right hand in the direction of the Sorting Hat. And Harry never knew until at that very moment how much a little gesture could give him so much confidence.

Taking in a quick breath, he steps up the wooden stool and seats himself on it. The whispers amongst the students had escalated into quick-paced gossip. Dumbledore had to silence them by banging his spoon against his goblet. Professor McGonagall gazes at the boy's hair for a couple of seconds but makes no comment as she places the hat with a face onto the head of stylish, raven hair.

The Sorting Hat then starts to whisper in his ear, going on about his personality and how much potential he has. After a moment the Hat mentions about putting him in Slytherin but he begs the Sorting Hat to put in something else. He didn't care which house just anything but Slytherin.

Finally, the Sorting Hat shouts, "Gryffindor!"

An eruption of applause flooded the Great Hall from the Gryffindor table, excited to have THE Harry Potter in their house, no longer caring if they couldn't distinguish his gender identity. Harry rushes down to his new house members and sits next to Ron whom had beckoned Harry to sit next to him. The other Weasley brothers came to clap Harry on the back and congratulate him on becoming a Gryffindor. The other students at the table, while curious about their idol, were too hungry to ask him any questions that were on their minds…until later.

Dumbledore stood up from his seat at the professors' table banging his spoon against his goblet again to get the students' attention instead of trying to silence them this time. The children and teenagers silenced at once patiently. The headmaster made an announcement that Harry pretty much tuned out until Hiroyuki was introduced as the new study hall, a new addition to the educational program, teacher for the school. The author had stood up and took a bow. A portion of the students had cheered for him, just as if not louder than the Gryffindors had with Harry's sorting shouting his penname, "Shota! Shota! Shota!"

Harry guessed those were the cult followers Hiroyuki told him about and made a mental note to steer clear of them in the hallways later. Unfortunately that included every single Weasley in the school amongst the. . .what kind of fan community would that even be called? What did Hiroyuki's fans read? It certainly wasn't the excerpt Harry found that one day on Hiroyuki's laptop. Everyone here can't be yaoi fans.

A realization suddenly came to Harry that he doesn't really know any of the books his friend writes, the content or even the titles for that matter. The more he thought about it the more he comprehends that he never cared enough to ask. This is something the albino Japanese boy was very passionate about and yet his own friend takes no interest in even hearing the author's thoughts or feelings about the subject. Hiroyuki has asked about Harry's interests on multiple occasions and yet to this moment the favor was never returned.

Harry sighs, playing with his fork as he found himself on a guilt trip through depression valley. How can he even call himself a friend to Hiroyuki Usami if all he ever thought about was himself? It seemed like even his body was against him for a painful, burning headache had appeared with a burning sensation that threatened to singe a hole through his head. Groaning, Harry's hand flew up to touch the lightning bolt scar beneath his long dark bangs. Ron had asked him what was wrong but after doing so the pain subsided into nothingness, like he had just come out of a vivid daydream. "Just a little headache is all." he answers.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Harry shrugs it off. But that pain in his forehead was weird though. It was hot scorching pain above his right eye where his lightning bolt scar is. His gaze automatically turns back towards the head table. Professor Quirrel had been staring at him but not for long for Hiroyuki held up his fork and made a single jerking motion like he was going to jab the man with it, causing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to flinch so bad he fell out of his chair. The man sitting next to Hiroyuki looked extraordinarily pleased with the DADA professor's misery giving the short albino next to him a nod of approval.

There was an uproar of laughter from the students, and a few teachers, that Dumbledore had to silence them once more to announce the feast. Harry didn't feel very hungry and only had a few bites of the couple of items he blindly picked. Even when his stomach did start to growl he couldn't bring himself to eat for the guilt took away much of his will to pick up his fork.

"Harry." Someone says quizzically and he looks up to see it was a bushy haired girl, recalling her name to be Hermione, sitting across from the table from him. Harry remembers her from the train when she was helping Neville find his toad and believed him to be a girl at first but seemed to become distant when she found out his identities, as the Boy-Who-Lived and gender wise. He didn't blame her for being confused, with a probability of revulsion. Yet Hermione had this look of concern on her face, even if Harry's sense of style wasn't on her scale of approval she cared for his well-being. And that's exactly what the cross-dresser wanted in a friend. "Are you alright? You should eat something. Or are you still stuffed with sweets from train ride here?"

Harry chose to ignore the bossy tone of her voice as he said, "No, I'm-I'm just not very hungry."

"You liar," Ron said from beside, "I could hear your stomach growling from a mile away."

"Alright," Harry sighs in exasperation, "I don't have the will to eat. Is that better?"

"Actually, the answer is a yes and a no," Harry could physically feel the rant he knew Hermione was about to give, "if you can't bring yourself to eat than do you have any form an anorexia? I've heard about it and it's symptoms and none of them are good. I could read up on methods of treating anorexia if you want before it gets too bad."

Harry shook his head, "Thanks, but no thanks Hermione. I'm just a little bit upset with myself. Trust me, if I was well I'd challenge and lose to Ron in an eating contest."

"Yeah," Ron agrees. Then his brain registered what Harry meant two seconds longer than it should have, "Hey!"

"Are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asks as she took a bite of a roll.

Harry gave a convincing smile when he said, "Yes, I'm fine."

"If not, I can sneak some food for you into the dorms," Ron offered.

"But that is against the rules," protested Hermione.

"I know," Ron said confidently, "that's why I asked to do it for him."

A warm genuine smile crept over Harry's face as flutters ran across his ribcage. These two were really concerned for him. It was almost unsettling but it wasn't a bad feeling. He was definitely keeping these two as friends.