He didn’t bother getting into a boat and just trotted along beside them on the surface of the lake.
Uncle Kisame had explained that boats were for civilians.
Uncle Hidan had further explained that this meant “pussy bitches”.
Since Hari wasn’t a civilian, that meant he didn’t use boats except for water that would be stupid to try and cross.
Like Snow country.
Even Uncle Kisame would use a boat there to avoid becoming a sharkcicle.
Hari had to admit that the castle did look pretty impressive, but considering he’d seen Uncle Pein cut loose .
.
.
well, he didn’t think Uncle Pein was actually a god, but he could understand why people made the mistake.
Compared to that, it was just a big pile of rock.
On the wharf, he stood there, waiting with the rest when the woman who had creeped out Uncle Kisame brought them inside.
While they were waiting, he ducked out of the way of a jabbing finger.
“You!” The one with the bushy hair was vibrating with indignation.
“You said you were a seventh year!”
“Yes.
And I also told you I had a glandular problem.
I lied.
It got you to go away, didn’t it?”
“Why did you lie?”
“Because I wanted you to fuck off.
I still do.” Hari turned to face her, his eyes hidden behind the curtain of black hair he allowed to grow out.
“So please be quiet.”
The girl instead went on a tirade that only ceased when ghosts came through the wall.
Hari wasn’t surprised by them, since he’d seen them coming, but had been surprised that they were actually ghosts and could bypass walls.
That wasn’t normal.
He had to know how they did it.
Before she could begin again, the woman came back and ushered them into the large room with all the students.
It was interesting to see how the chatter changed on school grounds.
They spoke more about gossip and less about plots.
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Hari watched as a hat was placed on a stool.
Apparently this was some sort of sacred ritual used to determine the fates of children throughout life.
He was fairly certain that this was one of the stupider ways it could be done.
Wait, was it singing?
That was really odd.
And one of the adults had a foreign chakra network on the back of his head.
How strange.
Hari was pretty sure he remembered his father saying he’d had something similar on his forehead.
Perhaps it was a common condition?
He’d ask the medic.
The Sorting (and it had a capital letter to it) continued peacefully until, “Potter, Harry.” The uptick in mutters was more interesting since he could read them.
Three tables mostly were curious and one table mostly wished he would die right there.
“Potter, Harry!” The woman stormed over.
“That’s you.”
“Hm?
Oh!
Right.
You people are weird.
I was expecting to hear my real name first, since you guys were doing everything out of order.”
“What?”
“Well, you people are disrespectful and use given names first and treat family names as something separate, so I thought you were going by that and so was expecting that you’d skipped me.”
“What?
You know something?
No.
Just go put the hat on.” The woman’s voice grew clipped.
“Fine, fine.” Hari trotted over and dropped the hat on his head.
It didn’t even settle before screaming “SLYTHERIN!”
The room went silent.
Hari plucked the hat from his head and dropped it on the stool as he rose.
“I guess it was to be expected.” He shrugged and trotted over to the table of silver and green.
The whispers started up about the time he got to the table and found that there were suddenly no seats.
So he slipped his hands between two students and moved them apart to take a place on the bench.
“We don’t want you here, Potter,” hissed one of the boys he’d moved aside.
In the background, the Sorting had started up again, with the stern lady’s voice shaking a bit.
“Why ever not?” Hari looked at the larger boy.
He was easily half again Hari’s height and weight and was glowering down at the trim figure with long, black hair.
“Are you stupid?” snapped another as someone was sorted into Hufflepuff.
“No,” Hari smiled over at the dark-haired boy who’d spoken.
“Perhaps you could explain?”
“You killed the Dark Lord.”
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to be more specific,” replied Hari mildly.
“I know my tally isn’t up to my father’s, or even my uncles’, but I have killed quite a few people.
Which one did you have in mind?”
“The Dark Lord,” growled the first one to speak.
“The greatest wizard of all time.”
“No, I don’t remember him.”
“You were an infant at the time, of course you don’t remember it!” That was from Malfoy, Draco.
Hari remembered him as the idiot who’d asked if he had seen Harry Potter.
“I killed someone when I was an infant?”
“You were one,” spat Malfoy.
“My dad is going to be so jealous.
I’ve gotta tell Uncle Hidan!” For some reason, the rest of the students at the table stared at him oddly.
“My father’s a legend and he didn’t kill anyone until he was six!” And this explanation didn’t seem to be clearing things up.
On the upside, people decided to be quiet for a bit.
The odd old man, Dumbledore, Hari recalled, stood up.
He was rather pale and stumbled over his words for a moment as he looked at Hari.
“So, I have a good number of announcements to make, but we’re all hungry, so it can wait until after we’ve eaten.
Nitwit, Blunder, Oddity, Freak.
Thank you.” He waved his hand and food began to appear in the middle of the tables.