Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

'Drafted, or: So you are now being forced to play a stupid Wizard sport'

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So far, Haru thought, the year was shaping up to be an interesting one. He realized what the Sorting hat had meant by trying to put him into a house that would have a better influence on him, and he really appreciated its effort, but he happened to hate half of his housemates.

They were extremely annoying, loud, rude, and obnoxious. The antithesis of everything he was trained to be as a shinobi. In fact there were very few of his housemates he could tolerate for any long period of time.

The dynamic of things in the wizarding world was also decidedly biased, once you found out you were a wizard you apparently forgot that you had once been a 'muggle' like most people and were therefore somehow superior. Even the people whose whole families were muggles ended up thinking less of their family members after awhile.

It was like every one had been brainwashed, Haru had noticed that the wizards seemed to be at a loss as to even the simplest forms of normal technology and civilian dress, when even he, coming from within the Shinobi's Barrier, where they were decidedly less advanced than the normal world, knew what was common and uncommon.

It made him think less of them.

The first year Gryffindor and Slytherin class was generally excited about their first flying lesson. Uchiha Haru was less than enthused; he was quite tired in the wizards and just wished to return to the Sound, to see his grandfather and his nii-sans.

The teacher, Madam Hooch, explained the basics of the flying broomsticks, Haru's eye started twitching. They couldn't be serious…broomsticks….these people actually rode broomsticks. It was too much.

The blonde ferret-boy from the train stole a round glass-looking ball from Neville, another of the few wizards he could tolerate for more than five seconds; Haru supposed he should do something, so he told Malfoy, that was what his name was, to give it back.

The Slytherin taunted him and hovered out of reach on his broomstick, he obviously did not know who he was dealing with. Haru took off after him on his own broomstick, scaring the blonde and catching the Remembral.

And not five seconds after he landed safely Professor McGonagall swooped down upon him and dragged him off to Professor Quirrel's classroom, asking for someone named Wood. A tall brown-haired boy came out of the classroom, and was introduced to Haru as Oliver Wood, head of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Haru was apparently going to be the new seeker.

Haru was unenthused; had he just been drafted to play some bizarre wizard sport?

Yep, he had.

Over the next few days news that the foreign first year had been put on the Gryffindor quidditch Team spread over Hogwarts.

Draco Malfoy felt that the fates were conspiring against him, he had gotten that damnable Uchiha boy into a position that Madam Hooch had promised would get a student expelled and instead he had been put on his house's quidditch team. It wasn't fair! Just who was this boy that the rules just didn't seem to apply to him?

Having brooded over this turn of events until he had a rather considerable headache Draco decided that the only course of action would be to try to get him expelled again, in such a manner that would be beyond the meddling influence of rule-bending professors.

He smiled evilly as he stalked over to the Gryffindor table at dinner.

"So, Uchiha." He said, waiting for the boy to turn and face him, it didn't happen, Draco frowned.

"I'm talking to you Uchiha." He tried again, to much the same result.

Draco reached over to tap the other boy on the shoulder, his brain failed to register his wrist being grabbed and himself being pulled off balance and smashing face-first into the table while his arm was bent to an unnatural angle behind him until it had already happened.

As he registered the extreme pain that accompanies a broken nose he thought that maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to challenge the Uchiha to a duel.

To be continued

Not very much plot movement in this chapter, but some character development, so I suppose it evens out. I wanted to give Haru's perspective of wizarding society and I think I succeeded, but one can only hope.

Yes, Draco was p'wned, no I don't hate him, he can just be annoying sometimes and I have other plans. I am trying to instill a healthy fear of the ninja (although they don't know he is a ninja) in the people of Hogwarts.

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