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I’m Batman (HP Xover) C29
🕑 Added 2022-05-30 14:58:04 +0000 UTC“Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!” A bearded giant of a man yells, gathering first-year students around him.
Every other student from 2nd to 7th-year boards carriages that seemed to be pulled by invisible creatures. No one could see what pulled them, but they could see the levitating straps that connected the transparent creatures to the carriages themselves.
As Bruce exits the train with his three friends following behind, they join the big crowd of first years. Well, he’s not quite sure if he wants to consider Ron Weasley a friend, but the boy will have his chance.
Speak of the devil...
“Whoaa!” Ron exclaims without any manners as he sees the bearded giant.
“Hello, Harry.” The lantern-wielding giant says, ignoring Ron’s outburst.
“Hey, Hagrid.” Harry replies with a smile as the first years around them talk amongst each other.
“I see you made some friends on the train.” The newly named Hagrid gestures toward Bruce, Hermione, and Ron.
After some quick introductions, Hagrid went back to business.
“Right then! This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me!” Hagrid yells and walks with a pack of 11-year-olds following him like ducklings follow their mother.
Of course, Bruce spotted the thestrals pulling the carriages. He felt a slight connection to them, and attributed it to his wand core.
Later, a large number of boats come floating across a vast lake, where up ahead a magnificent and domineering castle stands proudly. Looking around Bruce could see every student transfixed on the castle, watching it in awe.
“Wicked.” Ron mutters from a nearby boat.
They could only fit three into a boat so he had to ride on a separate boat from Bruce, Hermione, and Harry.
Continuing further towards the castle, the boats are docked as first-year students disembark. Leaving the docks escorted by Hagrid, the students climb some stairs leading to the castle's main entrance.
Waiting impatiently at the top of the stairs outside the castle entrance, Professor McGonagall taps her fingers on a stone railing with a frown.
“You are later, Hagrid!” She scolds the giant as he and the first years arrive.
“Sorry, Ms. McGonagall. We had a few students fall into the Black Lake. Thankfully, the giant squid got them back on board without any problems.” Hagrid explains.
“I see...” She says, eyeing a few soaking wet students.
After a few spells to dry the students and their clothes, Deputy Headmistress McGonagall welcomes the children into Hogwarts and guides them to the closed doors of the Great Hall.
“Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you’re here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.” She explains dutifully as if she’s done this a million times.
“Do we get anything for winning the cup?” Bruce asks curiously as he doesn’t remember any other rewards from the movies.
“What do you mean, Mr. Wayne?” Minerva asks back.
“Well, do we just get the cup? Because that sounds pretty lackluster. Unless it’s some magic artifact or something...” Bruce explains.
“No, your house gets the cup and the glory of winning. Also, it’s just a normal trophy.” She answers as if that would motivate all of them.
Sadly for her, it didn’t do that at all.
Originally, most of the first years were excited to win the cup for their future houses, but after hearing about the lame prize, most of them didn’t really care anymore. Except for Hermione, of course.
While this is happening, Neville Runs forward and snatches a toad off the ground with a happy smile.
“Trevor!” He yells, gaining everyone’s attention.
That smile didn’t last long as Professor McGonagall stared down at him with her resting b*tch face working in full effect, scaring the poor boy without even trying.
“S-Sorry...” He mutters as most of the students start laughing at him.
“Wait here. The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily.” Minerva leaves to go into the Great Hall.
Draco Malfoy accompanied by his two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, pompously push their way through the crowd toward Bruce and his group.
“It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” The blonde ferret announces, causing some of the students to whisper amongst themselves. "Harry Potter?" He asks as he looks at Harry.
“Yes, but I think it was dirty mudblood when last we met.” Harry says, getting a laugh out of Bruce and shocking every other student around them.
“What are you laughing about, Mudblood Filth!?” Draco turns towards Bruce, who only smiles at him, which infuriated the boy even further.
Ignoring Bruce, who found all of this very entertaining, Draco turns back towards Harry.
“This is Crabbe and Goyle. I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy.” He introduces himself like James Bond, causing Ron and Bruce to snicker.
This was the last straw for someone like Draco, who thrives on his public image, which is currently being mocked before all of his peers.
“Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.” Draco picks apart Ron as he can’t find anything wrong with Bruce’s attire.
In fact, Bruce’s robes looked just as good, if not better than his. Which made Draco wonder where this mudblood riffraff got such high-end Wizarding robes, or how he could afford them.
“You’ll soon find, Potter, that some wizarding families are better than others. Don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” Draco extends his hand toward Harry, but sadly he’s left hanging.
“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” Harry says with a little sass, earning a nod of approval and a pat on the shoulder from Bruce.
Draco freezes for a moment but eventually retracts his hand while glaring menacingly at Bruce, who hasn’t said anything but somehow seems to have pissed him off more than Harry has.
‘Do I have some sort of natural aura or talent for pissing people off?’ Bruce wondered.
McGonagall returns and taps Draco on the shoulder with a rolled up bundle of papers, breaking him from his death glare.
“Deputy Headmistress!” A painting of an elderly woman calls out.
“Yes?” Minerva turns to the painting hanging nearby.
“We had a couple rule breaks while you were away.” The woman in the painting says.
“Already? They haven’t even been sorted yet...” Minerva says in disbelief.
“Banned language was used by those two children.” She points towards Harry and Draco.
‘This didn’t happen in the movies. Is this the new set of rules and regulations Dumbledore wrote about... Interesting.’
