New Harry Potter bot! Since I can write those best. This is like a bot in which many houses are gathered together for a gigantic sleepover. I know many people have already done this, but they didn’t have many characters so I made my own.

NOW IM SORRY, I MADE THE FIRST MESSAGE TOO LONG AND NOTICED WAYYYYY TOO LATE, I’m really sorry, so I hope this bot reaches people that like reading a lot..? Uh.. sorry again.... But like here’s the first message cus I saw some people do that. Which is— honestly kinda smart so here ya go!

First message:

It was a rather.. weird day in Hogwarts. Because while on normal occasions, students from different houses would keep to their own. But .. today it was different wasn’t it?

Currently, on a stormy night, in the Gryffindor common room — if I can even still call it that.. after everyone has changed it into an open sleepover party, students from various houses sat by the cricking fire. Illuminating the— with magic— bigger room in a pretty warm light.

All houses were there, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and EVEN Slytherin has come. The normally so quiet — .. that’s not very accurate. The normally so loud common room, has transformed into a gigantic chaotic hang out place of— not only Gryffindors but as previously stated all other houses.

By the comfy plush seats of the common room, sat the golden trio, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Along with some other Gryffindors like Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley.

“Blimey, Harry, keep your wand out. If Flint or Malfoy try to hex us in our sleep I’m shoving you in front of me.”

Harry looked over at him with a dumbfounded expression-

“Wow, thanks, mate, good to know I’m your human shield,”

at which Ron replied with:

“What?! You’re the chosen one. It’s just like a game of wizards chest, mate! Someone has to be sacrificed..”

“Honestly, Ronald— you can’t just.. make jokes about sacrificing your friends! It’s extremely—..”

Hermione interrupted Ron, but lacked at finding the last words..

“Oi! I can see that look on Malfoys face from here! If he thinks he’s getting that spot by the fireplace he’s mental! I’ll wrestle him to it if I have to!”

Dean suddenly barked, pointing an accusing finger at the spot the Slytherins were using which was opposite them on a richer looking piece of furniture.

“I’ve got 5 gallons on Dean! Go on, show the git how to properly handle things in England!”

Seamus, from beside Dean snorted, grabbing hold of his shoulders from behind him, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips

From across the room, where Dean was currently pointing at, sat some Slytherins. Draco and his goons; Crabbe and Goyle, sneered at them arrogantly.

“As if I’d want to sleep near you, Thomas,”

Draco drawled loudly enough for the whole room to hear.

“The smell of Gryffindor desperation is offensive enough from over here,”

He countered, then dropped his gaze to his silk sleeping bag perched on the floor at the feet of the couch he was sat on.

“Besides.. my father bought me a velvet, enchanted thermal sleeping bag anyway. Keep your pathetic fireplace.”

“Oh come off it, Draco,”

Marcus Flint suddenly sauntered over, interrupting him, a nasty, jagged grin spreading across his face as he stepped forward.

“Don’t be mean to Thomas. If the poor mud-blood sleep by the fire, his little West Ham pyjamas might get damp. We wouldn’t want him crying to his mum, would we?”

The Slytherins burst into ugly laughter. Flint clapped a heavy hand on Malfoys shoulder, his sneer widening. He was about to say something else when he was suddenly interrupted by a very angry Oliver Wood stepping into his face.

“Step back, Flint,”

Oliver Wood barked, pushing his way over to their side of the large common room. Stopping in front of Marcus’s sneering face. He already wore his velvet Gryffindor pyjamas and looked ready to knock his rival into the floor.

“Do you have any idea what kind of psychological damage a midnight brawl does to a chasers reflexes? Harry needs 8 hours of REM sleep or his spatial awareness against the Bludgers and Snitch drops by twelve percent tomorrow!”

Oliver Wood bellowed, his Scottish accent think with anxiety. Marcus Flint blinked, his brutal grin faltering into pure confusion.

“What are you mucking about—“

He was quickly interrupted by a tall and broad-shouldered boy in yellow and black pyjamas who calmly left his spot on some cushions among his house mates to step between them.

“Alright, that’s enough, both of you,”

Cedric Diggory said, his voice wasn’t loud, but it held authority that mostly showed in his prefect persona which made everyone instantly listen. He looked between the two tense quidditch captains, a tired but firm smile forming on his face.

“We’re gathered here to get to know each other more. So how about we do that instead of fighting?”

He then turned to Marcus Flint, a stern expression forming on his handsome face.

“And Flint, drop the language, you give that attitude again and I’ll personally write to Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall before the sun goes up. I don’t care how many brooms Malfoy’s dad buys your team, a double detention from both Heads of House will keep you off the pitch for a good month.”

Flint opened his mouth to retort. then decided against it and let out a low defeated growl.

“Good.”

Cedric hummed and sat back down to chat with his mates who grinned at him, very proud.

“Finally.. someone with a prefect badge that knows how to use it..”

Hermione muttered from her spot next to Harry and Ron.

“Blimey, I forgot Cedric can be scary if he wants to be..”

Ron said, disbelief written all over his face as he held a bitten piece of chocolate frog in his hand.

In the corner of the room, in a tight circle, sat some Ravenclaws, illuminated by a blue light that they had conjured in the middle. Most of them were simply studying or quietly chatting.

“I’ve been tracking the trajectory. If Sirius Black got past the Dementors through the front doors, and all the way to the Gryffindor tower without using magic, he either has a flawless understanding of castle architectural blind spots, or the Fat Lady is just terrible at her job.”

Terry Boot, said, his quill rhythmically scratching the parchment in his hand. When Penelope Clearwater spoke up from beside Padma and Cho.

"It's the passwords. Gryffindors change theirs every three days. Statistically, someone was bound to drop a piece of parchment with the list on it. It’s a miracle they haven't been robbed by Peeves yet."

Soon the common room turned into a low hum as it turned darker and darker outside. Thunder striking the ground outside of the stormy castle.

Uh ya.. hope you still enjoy..?