Also, Here’s the first part if you want to read that
The train came to a stop and the flurry of students seemed to awaken the tired travelers. The boys tumbled out and attempted to figure out what was going on and where to go. There was a voice hollering for first years, but Courfeyrac in his small size couldn’t make heads or tails of where to go. He suddenly felt someone tug the back of his robes and saw Enjolras gripping his robe. Courfeyrac followed after him, thankful for his friend looking out for him.
“What’s wrong?” Enjolras suddenly stopped and asked someone. Courfeyrac finally righted himself and looked around. The boy in the green hoodie from the train was helping Bossuet again.
“Bossuet! Are you okay??!” Instantly worried about his new friend
“Fine, fine, thanks to…” He trailed off realizing he had never introduced himself.
“Grantaire.” The boy supplied. “This is Prouvaire, or Jehan.” He said, Jehan waved.
“It’s great to make friends, but you’re going to miss the boats.” Someone said near them.
“René! René! How have you not even gotten to Hogwarts and you’re already getting into trouble?” A female voice interrupted. “Come on! Off you go!” Courfeyrac’s sister said quickly ushering the group towards the boats.
Courfeyrac’s legs bounced as the boats glided across the lake, his nerves making their way out. Marius and Enjolras would have shared a look, had there been enough light. Instead, they both quietly slipped their hands into Courfeyrac’s and the bouncing stopped.
“What if I don’t get put into a house? What if my parents aren’t happy with where I’m placed?” He asked quietly.
“You’ll get a house Courf. Your parents are going to love you no matter what.” Enjolras said.
“What if we aren’t in the same house?” He asked, his voice raising an octave.
“Then we’ll still be friends.” Enj said.
“Shhh, enjoy the ride. Stop worrying. We only get this experience once.” Marius said. Courfeyrac took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.
The first years were all gathered around, waiting to be led into the Great Hall. A lot of chatter was going around, but mostly about the houses and where everyone was hoping to get sorted.
“Yeah, and if you don’t watch it I’ll pop your block off!” A female voice said rather loudly. Everyone instantly turned to the conflict.
“What? And fight a girl? And someone who wants to be in Slytherin, no less?” Another voice said.
“And what’s wrong with wanting to be in Slytherin?” A familiar voice said.
“Oh no.” Courf groaned and edged closer to see Enjolras had made his way to the two in the middle.
“Well, they’re, they’re, evil, and, and I dunno. Sltheryin.” The voice said. Enjolras snorted.
“That’s old fashioned way of thinking and listening to stereotypes. Just because people are self-motivated and determined to get what they want doesn’t make them bad.” Enjolras said. The other boy sputtered, running out of excuses, then a professor came to gather them. On their way to lining up the girl brushed past, bumping Enjolras’s shoulder.
“I had it handled. I didn’t need your help.” She said. Enjolras was about to say something, a stormy look gathering on his face, but Courfeyrac interrupted.
“Do you think it’s true? The clouds and everything? That the ceiling reflects the weather?” He asked, trying to distract Enj.
“I don’t know Courfeyrac.” He grumbled, but followed his friend in lining up.
“We’re about to find out.” Grantaire stated.
“Yes, thanks for that Captain Obvious.” Enjolras griped. The rest of the boys moved away quietly and Courfeyrac prodded Enjolras into line.
“René Courfeyrac!” The professor called out. Marius squeezed Courfeyrac’s shoulder as he walked by. He was only the tenth student to be called, but it didn’t bother him. He bounded up to the stool and gave the professor a salute before sitting down and the world going dark as the hat lowered.
“Hmmmm, I see. Yes. Your mother was a Hufflepuff, and your father a Gryffindor. I see, great loyalty you have. But a courageous heart. Very determined too, though I think you would be an asset elsewhere.” The sorting hat commented. Courfeyrac held his breath waiting to see the verdict. He wasn’t sure what he hoped for. “Right. Well it seems, better be “HUFFLEPUFF!” It shouted. Courfeyrac let out his breath and stood up. He gave an elaborate bow to the cheering crowd, before he eagerly joined the Hufflepuff table as he hugged Bossuet and sat with him.
He was happy to see Enjolras go to Slytherin knowing he would turn that house upside down. When Grantaire was announced Hufflepuff, Courfeyrac cheered the loudest and easily dragged Grantaire to sit with him and Bossuet. The group happily welcome Jehan to their table as well. Courfeyrac was slightly sad to see Marius to the Ravenclaw table, but he thought it would be a good fit, though he would miss his friend. The rest of the sorting went by, Courfeyrac was eager to see where everyone went, but he really was starving. When the food magically appeared Courfeyrac fainted against Jehan.
“Oh thank Merlin! I was about to die of hunger!” He said. They all laughed before tucking in.
As the first years were sleepily led into lines after the meal Courfeyrac found himself being tugged into an alcove as there was a traffic jam ahead of students.
“Really? Susan! Tom! Mandy! We talked about this on the train! How did you already mess it up?”A familiar voice shouted as it walked briquely by.
“I see your sister is as bossy as ever.” Marius said. Courfeyrac rolled his eyes.
“She’s going to be unbearable if she makes Head Girl.” He whined.
“Breakfast I assume?” Enjolras asked, looking at the other two.
“Yes! Just like we promised.” Marius said. Courfeyrac nodded before bringing the other two into a hug. They bid their goodbyes and headed off for their first night at Hogwarts.
Oof....idk about this or if I shoud have done this.....
but like I said it wouldn’t leave me alone......
sooo...umm... here ya go I guess
Courfeyrac brimmed with excitement, he had been waiting for this day his whole life. All eleven years of it. He had practically bounced around Diagon Alley, never standing still for more than 5 minutes, his father desperately chasing after him. Courfeyrac had spent all of his pocket change on sweets and joke items for the train ride, much to the frustration of his father.
“For my friends, and new friends!” Courfeyra had said smiling, his eyes lighting up. His father had simply shaken his head and sighed, but let it go.
Courfeyrac now stood on Platform 9 and ¾ eagerly looking around. He had quickly slipped out of his parents’ supervision as they helped his sister load her trunks. He was happily taking in the familiar smells of the stations, the chatter surrounding him, and the sight of all the people running around making sure the students were ready to go. Courfyerac lit up when he saw his friend and rushed over.
“Marius! What are you doing down there? Come on! We have to get a good seat!” He said, pulling his friend up from where he sat on the ground rubbing his head. Marius looked up confusedly.
“Courfeyrac? What are you doing here?” He asked. Courfeyrac laughed.
“Looking for you, silly. I’m the one who should be asked what you’re doing down there!” Courfeyrac said brightly. Marius looked around.
“Well, my grandfather sent me with Elbie, but I guess he forgot what time the train left and he called Elbie back to the house and I was trying to find, I don’t know, anything really. But then he accidentally bumped into me.” He said, gesturing to a pile of things. A low groan emitted from it and so Courfeyrac curiously started to investigate. Amid all the luggage was another boy, though looking a little more bruised than Marius.
“Hi! I’m, Courfeyrac!” Courfeyrac said enthusiastically. “Need some help?” He asked, offering a hand. The other boy groaned again but it seemed there were words this time.
“Hi.” He groaned out. Courfeyrac began to look very concerned.”Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked him. The boy nodded his head.
By now Marius was standing up, only looking mildly worse for the wear. Courfeyracand Marius shared a concerned look before Courfeyrac looked into the crowd and started gesturing wildly.
“MA! MAMAN! MOTHER!” He yelled waving his arms wildly. Several people around them looked back startled, while others hurried their children along. Through the steam surrounding the platform, his parents seemed to materialize out of thin air.
“Shhhh Courfeyrac, I’m right here.” She said in her calm, quiet voice. He quickly explained the situation and his mother kneeled in front of the other boy.
“Now, you’ll have to excuse my son’s crazy behavior. What’s your name?” She asked kindly.
“Bossuet.” He said.
“Well, that’s a nice name. Do you mind if I take a look, Bossuet?” He shook his head and Courfeyrac’s mother started to check Bossuet.
“My mother’s a healer. She’s really good at it too! Did you know there’s all sorts of healers and they have all kinds of jobs?” Courfeyrac chattered away as his mother looked him over, and his father started to right all the luggage
“Right.” She started, “It looks like you might have a bad sprain. That’s no matter though. We’ll help you onto the train and I’ll notify the hospital wing before you arrive.” She said with a kind smile.
Courfeyrac’s parents helped situate the boys in a carriage and took Courfeyrac aside to fuss at him for disappearing before telling hi to have a good year and saying their goodbyes. Courfeyrac sat by the window, animatedly carrying on the conversation. Bossuet was examining the bandaging job Courfeyrac’s mother had wrapped around his ankle and Marius sat across from Courfeyrac, occasionally adding to the conversation, but mostly sitting to the side and nodding, a book tucked into his lap. Marius also would occasionally send glances to the other occupants of the compartment. One was curled in the corner with a green hoodie on, the hood pulled up over his head. The other sat next to the hoodie, absently playing with their hair and looking at a book that was open in their lap.
After awhile, the scene was interrupted by someone entering the carriage. Bossuet and Marius looked up to see who had entered, the other two occupants didn’t seem to be disturbed, and Courfeyrac continued his monologue. The new occupant shoved his hands in the red zip up he was wearing.
“When you’re finished, the rest of us might have some things to add.” The boy said. Courfeyrac’s head shot to the voice and his whole face lit up even more, if that was possible.
“Enjy bear!” He squealed and shot himself towards the boy in the red zip up. The boy in the green hoodie peeked around his hood but otherwise stayed where he was, Marius seemed to ease slightly in his posture and opened his book, while the other two watched with concern and interest on their faces.
“You know I hate it when you say that.” The boy in red grumbled, catching Courfeyrac in a hug. He stumbled back a step, despite dealing with this for years, he still didn’t know how someone so small could carry so much force.
“Come on! Sit down! I’ve got a bunch of goodies to tide us over until the snack cart comes by.” Courfeyrac said eagerly bringing his friend in to sit beside him.
“Hi, Enjolras.” Marius said with a smile, before turning back to his book.
“Marius.” Enjolras said with a head nod. Everyone else in the compartment glanced around, sensing some tension, but Courfeyrac ignored it and dumped his knapsack on the floor. Enjolras sighed. “Courf, there’s plenty of room on the bench, why did you dump in on the floor?” He asked. Courf looked up somewhat surprised.
“Oh… I hadn’t thought of that.” He said, before eagerly moving all his goodies to the spot on the bench he had previously been sitting, while Marius snickered. A well aimed chocolate frog found its way to Marius’s head, other goodies seemed to land near others’ laps. Everyone, appeased with sweets, easily settled into conversation, Courfeyrac slowly drawing the other boys in the compartment into his discussion.
Cosette is really good at quidditch. Jean Val Jean could have gone professional but decided to teach kids instead. But he passed on that love to Cosette. They spent many days outside playing quidditch. They went to games when they could. But when tryouts came, Cosette decided she didn’t want to try out yet. She enjoyed watching with her friends in the stands. The summer between their 3rd and 4th years they’re all at someone’s house and decide to play a game of pick up quidditch and everyone is shocked. They knew Cosette loved quidditch and that she was a decent flyer but... .wow she’s really good. So they finally convince her to try out. And she forgot how much fun quidditch was to play competitively
I have almost 3 more chapters written for the les mis hogwarts au if anyone cares. Well 3.5 depending on if I split the Enj x Grantaire sort of being friends part into a mini chapter. I kind of have an idea where I’m heading with it, sorta. But, I need to write/finish another chapter before I start publishing them. And I wrote a ton yesterday with the Elle Woods and stuff and working on the chapters. So I’m kinda tired and wrote out today. But hopefully I’ll get it written in the next couple of days and put it up on my AO3
Everyone had settled into Hogwarts, routines were built, and the group was easily getting closer. They would often sit together at meals, especially lunch or breakfast. Occasionally they would split into their respective houses, but they were almost never found alone. Enjolras was easily the one everyone looked to for ideas as he had been the one to originally come up with a tutoring system in their friend group to help one another. He was also the only one who seemed to really have any sort of way to calm down Courfeyrac when he got carried away.
The boys were all gathered at the Hufflepuff table, the great hall was abuzz with excitement for the first quidditch match of the season.
“Hufflepuff will win!” Courfeyrac crowed, chugging his pumpkin juice.
“Well,” Marius started, looking a bit sheepish, “There’s nothing that really says they can’t. But…. just look at Gryffindor’s team. They’re older, bigger, they’ve had more time to practice together.” Marius said.
“I don’t care! The Huffles will puff their way to the top!” Courfeyrac said cheerfully.
“History proves that Hufflepuff doesn’t have a good team.” Came Enjolras’s greeting as he sleepily sat down.
“Spoil sport!” Courfeyrac huffed.
“I’m just stating the facts, Courfeyrac.” Enjolras said, pouring himself some tea. Courfeyrac stuck his tongue out, though it wasn’t as playful as usual.
“I’m sure Hufflepuff will do just fine, Courfeyrac.” Marius placated him, while Enjolras sent a small glare at the two.
Though no one noticed it in the group because they were too young and Enjolras and Courfeyrac were such good friends, the group did not notice that the two friends didn’t always mesh well. Enjolras knew how to handle Courfeyrac’s antics because he had grown up with his friend, but he also sometimes let out biting remarks that hurt Courfeyrac. Or Courfeyrac didn’t always know when to stop pushing Enjolras’s buttons. In some ways, they were like siblings. Marius would try and help things between the friends, but he often made it worse, inadvertently.
Grantaire, who had been watching the scene play out, suddenly had a slow smile spread across his face.
“A bet then.” He said.
“Excuse me?” Enjolras asked.
“You know, a bet. To settle the whole thing.” Grantaire said. Enjolras quietly studied the other boy.
“Yes! That’s perfect!” Courfeyrac said, his excitement picking up. Enjolras sighed, but agreed.
“What are the terms?” He asked. Courfeyrac sat and tapped his chin.
“If I win….You’ll do my homework for a month!” He said smiling. Enjolras rolled his eyes.
“That’s dishonest and I won’t do it.” He said. Courfeyrac pouted.
“Aww come on, we’re first years. It’s not like we aren’t all turning in the same things.” Grantaire said.
“You may be. But I, am not.” Enjolras said, his face growing a little red.
“I’m not asking you to do the same work, just two versions.” Courfeyrac said, though he was starting to feel a little guilty, Enjolras shot him a look. Courfeyrac sighed.
“Fine. One week of homework and just the basic stuff. If there’s an actual paper or longer assignment, you’ll help me write it.” He said. Enjolras quirked an eyebrow.
“And what do I get out of this?” He asked. Courfeyrac thought for a moment before his face lit up.
“I’ll ask to change potions partners!” He offered. Enj rolled his eyes and shook his head no.
“No deal. I’d rather have you that does very little over a partner that tells me what to do and fail potions.” He said. Courfeyrac pouted.
“He could write out the schedules for everyone’s study buddies.” Marius offered. Courfeyrac looked over at Marius with horror.
“No!” He protested. “That took Enj hours to do because of all of our schedules. And it’s only going to get worse with people thinking about joining clubs.” He whined. A smile spread across Enj’s face.
“Alright. You have a deal.” He said. “If Gryffindor wins, you do the schedule. If Hufflepuff wins, I do your homework for a week.” He said. Courfeyrac pondered the bet for a moment.
“How about, if someone on the Hufflepuff team gets injured and the game is close.” Courfeyrac offered. Marius looked confused at the new bet.
“I thought you said Hufflepuff will win.” Enjolras challenged.
“They will!” Courfeyrac said, “But I really don’t want to base organizing everyone’s schedule off of that.” he whined. Enjolras waited for a second before he stuck his hand out,
“Deal.” He said and the two shook hands.
The group made their way down to the pitch with all the other students, Courfeyrac skipping ahead of everyone. As they clamored up into the seats, Jehan and Grantaire caught up.
“I can only meet at 7:25 for my partner.” Grantaire stated as they walked up the stairs. Courfeyrac gave him an odd look.
“What are you talking about Grantaire?” He asked
“The bet.” The other boy said with a shrug.
“What? You have no faith in me or our house?” He asked, Grantaire shrugged.
“It has more to do with how specific your bet is.” Jehan chimed in. Courf looked between the two and shrugged.
“I like my odds.” He said, “Besides, my sister always talks about how Hufflepuff has the most injuries of the houses.” He said. The other two shared a look but let it go.
The game was close, much to the shock of some students. Hufflepuff seemed to have put together a decent team. The chasers made a few mistakes here and there, but they seemed to do enough to hold even with the Gyrffindors. The Keeper and one of the Beater were the more senior players on the team and seemed to know well enough to help the team’s defenses.
Courfeyrac felt slightly bad for hoping one of the Hufflepuffs would be injured, but maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. He could hope for a black eye or a twisted ankle. He just needed it to be bad enough that he could loophole his way into the bet. After all, they never defined the injury. He watched the game with his hands clasped in front of him, cheering wildly every time his house scored. Meanwhile, Enjolras sat studying the game, his eyes growing stormier as the game went on. He was still holding out hope though, no injuries had taken place yet and the snitch had made a couple of appearances.
Two of Hufflepuffs chasers suddenly veered around and cornered a Gryffindor player, while the third shot up, close enough to one of Gryffindor’s beaters to become slightly disoriented. There was a slight tussle for the quaffle, before the Hufflepuff chasers came out with it. There was a loud cheer from the Hufflepuff side, before louder shouts echoed around the pitch as the two seekers seemed to be in pursuit of the snitch. It was a tense few minutes and Courfeyrac wasn’t sure where to look. He was jumping up and down, using Marius as leverage to catapult himself higher.
Suddenly a “CRACK!” echoed around the pitch, the crowd was cheering loudly, the seekers were within reach of the snitch and 15 seconds later one of the Hufflepuff chasers suddenly moved out of formation, holding their side and attempting to keep their broom from crashing. The Gryffindor’s went wild as their seeker came out with the snitch. The ref blew their whistle, and the announcement came out that Gryffindor had won. The crowd was talking wildly, everyone trying to process what had happened.
“I won.” Courf and Enjolras turned and said at the same time. Enjolras glowered while Courfeyrca looked confused. Marius stood on the edge, looking nervously between his two friends.
“You don’t suppose he’s hurt too badly?” Jehan asked of the chaser. Grantaire shook his head.
“No, he was walking off the field.” He said.
“I clearly won! Gryffindor won by 150 points!” Enjolras said.
“But Hufflepuff just tied the game up before the snitch and it was a close game the whole time!” Courfeyrac argued. The two started going back and forth.
“No one was injured.” Enjolras stated.
“I wouldn’t call a bludger to the ribs not an injury!” Courfeyrac retorted.
“It barely grazed him!” Enjolras said.
“He was struggling to control his broom and he had to have help off the pitch!” Courfeyrac said, gesturing towards where the other chasers were helping the third off the field. He was starting to get worked up. Sure the bet had been close, and he did often look for loopholes, but he would have honorably held up his end if it was clear he had lost. He probably wouldn’t have even held to the bet that closely and might have let Enjolras have the snitch point, but someone was clearly injured. The two continued to go back and forth as they all walked to the castle, before they stopped mid way up the hill, almost yelling.
“Enough!” Grantaire finally interrupted. “It was close, but Courfeyrac clearly won.” He said. Enjolras turned his glowering face on Grantaire.
“You’re just saying that because it’s your house!” he argued.
“Well yeah, but Courfeyrac also won.” Grantaire argued. Enjolras looked to Jehan who shrugged. His eyes landed on his next victim. Bossuet looked a little sheepish.
“It was close. A hard one to call.” He said, just wanting Enjolras’s stormy look to pass. Marius found himself the next subject.
“Well. It. That is to say. It, it was a close game. And, well. It does appear someone was injured. And those were the terms. And you can’t argue that I’m a Hufflepuff.” He supplied. Enjolras gave them all a disgusted look before he stormed off and Courfeyrac instantly deflated. They were all very competitive, but it usually wasn’t this bad. They didn’t usually argue over technicalities. Well, they did, but it usually wasn’t this bad. But Courfeyrac also refused to lose a bet that he won fairly.
Courfeyrac let his other friends lead him to lunch, though he didn’t eat, too upset. They all made plans for the afternoon, trying to encourage Courfeyrac to join them. The boy shook his head.
“No. You go on. I-I have something to do.” he said before waving to them and walking off. Having known Enjolras, he knew his friend needed time to cool off. Courfeyrac would probably even offer to still do his homework. He talked a big game of not doing homework and disliking school, but he really didn’t find it that bad. Courfeyrac aimlessly wandered the halls of Hogwarts, not sure what to do. When he looked up, he found himself near the hospital wing and realized he’d been wandering for awhile. He decided to peek in, maybe his sister was there getting the practice hours she wanted for getting into Saint Mungo’s.
As he opened the door he heard laughter from the bed that was surrounded by quidditch players. Courfeyrac looked around and his sister came bustling from another bed and smiled.
“Come to see your housemate? The Hufflepuff sorting surprised me a bit, but I can see it fits.” she said, before pointing him to the bed. He gave her a small smile before wandering over.
“Bloody hell Barhorel! I haven’t seen someone hit a bludger that hard in, I don’t know!” Someone said.
“I think I cracked my bat.” Came the reply while several people chuckled.
“It would have been better had it just been your bat and not my rib.” Another voice chimed in, sounding slightly upset.
“Sorry mate, I wasn’t aiming directly for you.” The other voice said, “But I guess my bat just couldn’t resist a quality chaser.” He said with a wink. The other boy groaned. Courfeyrac, who had edged his way into the group by now, looked at the boy in the bed with concern.
“You alright?” He asked. The others looked at Courfeyrac like he had a second head, not sure who this tiny first year was.
“Yes, but I think this bloody Gryffindor’s words may hurt more than my ribs.” He muttered. Courfeyrac looked to the older boy who was cradling his beater’s bat, he winked at the boy in the bed. A slight flush covered his cheeks, but he sent a glare back.
“I-I’m sorry about all this.” Courfeyrac said. The boy waved him off.
“It comes with the game. Hardly your fault.” He said.
“Well… actually. I made a bet you see.” He started off, his guilt finding its voice. He had the group’s interest now. “And, I said someone would get hurt. But There’s always injuries in quidditch, I mean like a minor injury! Nothing Like this!” He said apologetically. There was a brief silence before the boy in the bed started laughing.
“Well…. You’re not wrong. An odd bet to make against your own house.” The boy said. Courfeyrac shrugged sheepishly. The boy rubbed his side and made a face after laughing.
“Well the bet was originally that we would win, and I had all faith that we would!” he explained, “But… I wasn’t willing to stake sorting out my friends’ schedules.” He said. The boy smiled this time, trying to avoid laughing and stuck his hand out.
“Feuilly, glad to be of service.” He said. Courfeyrac let out a sigh of relief.
“Courfeyrac.” He stated. Some of the other players looked backed towards where his sister was.
“Yes, yes. We’re siblings. I like my last name.” He said with a shrug.
“Well that’s not fair that good looks just run in your family.” The Gryffindor chimed in.
“I know. Really we should have shared some of our genes. Could my hair be any better?” He asked, twirling a curl.
“Barhorel.” The Gryffindor said with a chuckle and sticking out his hand. Courfeyrac gave it a firm shake.
“Fitting name for a beater.” Feuilly chimed in. Barhorel groaned.
Courfeyrac wandered off after awhile. He enjoyed the slightly older students, and had even felt welcomed by them. But things felt off in his world since Enjolras had stopped talking to him. Courfeyrac tried to approach his friend at dinner, Enjolras decidedly ignored him. Courfeyrac wasn’t sure how to fix this mess, but he knew his world wouldn’t feel right again until Enjolras was by his side.
