Note: This is a fan-fiction/ cross universe (Divergent and Harry Potter). This isn't for people who are homophobic, as it's based in the eyes of a homosexual's point of view. 

I woke up panicking. It was the beginning of my 7th year as a student at Hogwarts. I knew after this year, I would have to go into the real world, do adult things. The trace is already off of me, I'm old enough to do what I need to do in the Wizarding world. 

I wake up, and get ready for Kings Cross Station. My mother and father waved goodbye to me, they're both Muggles. They waved at me, that's the last thing I remember of them. I hurry to catch the train. I notice Bryanna standing there, I call her Bry. She's a 7th year just like me. She is sitting in a cart all by herself, she's also a Slytherin. Weird how a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, are great friends. 

I sat down, and we talked on the train. We established what classes we had together, and we were generally pleased with our selection! "Are you taking any extracurricular actives?" Bry said. "I don't think so," I said quietly. "I heard there's a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, his name is Theo. He's supposedly dreamy," Bry said in a mocking tone. 

We arrived just after dusk, and pulled our selves off the train. We gathered into the Great Hall. We saw the first years all at the front near the Professors table. "We will start with the Sorting Ceremony. Tyler Westwick.... Gryffindor! Edward Jones. Ravenclaw! Amy Fair .... SLYTHERIN, more students lined up. But I zoned them out. I knew of only a few Gryffindors, and became friends with more Slytherins and Ravenclaws, so I was forced to sit with the random people in Gryffindor. 

I looked around the professors table, and saw the Transfiguration teacher lean over to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The potions teacher his name is Blake Fairfield. He was the Head of Slytherin. "We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His name is Theo James, and he is the Head of Gryffindor." 

I watch as he waves to the crowd of people in my house cheering, and the females cheering even louder. He puts his hands down, and scans the crowd. I look over at Bry is who is smiling at me, I can barely make out what she is trying to mutter, looks like "I told you he is hot!"