A/N: Now I know that this type of story is terribly cliche but I had an amazing plot bunny pop into my head and the only way that I could see it working was if Harry was somehow placed into Slytherin, now as we all know he wasn't. haha. But anyway I promise you that the story will pick up from here, it's just that this was the way that the story had to begin for it to flow properly. So to anyone who takes the time to review, it's much appreciated. haha. So...onto my newest story.*squee* I actually really cannot wait to update this one.
Also as a side note I would like to point out that if at any time the characters seem OOC that's normal. The characters wouldn't be who they are if it weren't for certain events. So several characters are way different from how we know them to be. But I promise, it will all clear up in the end. But I'll try and keep most of the same attributes for each character.
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Harry walked beside a small boy with fiery red hair, for now this boy was the only one that seemed to be extending the hand of friendship. He stood quietly, waiting for the tall woman who was going to tell them they could go in. He was nervous, shaking in his shoes. But he was not alone; dozens of others followed the same suit, looking around and swaying slightly to keep themselves from seeming uncomfortable. The only one who seemed to be completely calm and collected was a blonde haired boy. Who he recognized from the dress robes shop back in Diagon Alley. The boy looked up at him and smirked wickedly. Harry held a firm gaze with the boy as he crossed over to a flabbergasted Harry.
“So it’s true then…Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts,” the boy proclaimed as he stared at Harry. Looking him directly in the eye he stalked towards Harry. Harry nodded, not breaking the stare the two boys shared, “ This is Crabbe and Goyle…and I’m Malfoy…Draco Malfoy.” The red headed boy from beside Harry tried to suppress a laugh at the boy’s name. Draco’s warm stare turned ice cold as he turned his attention to the boy beside Harry.
“Think my name’s funny. No need to ask for yours,” Draco surveyed the boy with a look of disgust, “You must be a Weasley.” Draco turned away from the boy and looked once more at Harry.
“You’ll soon find out that some Wizarding families are better than others Potter. You wouldn’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort…I can help you there.” Draco extended his hand; Harry stared at it for a moment and reluctantly took it. Harry smiled at the boy as he looked at the boy beside him, shrugging as the Malfoy boy pulled him away. At that moment the tall women reappeared. She was smiling cheerily at the bunch and cleared her throat.
“First years…follow me.” The group of kids followed the women into a large room. The room was lined with long tables, each packed with kids or varying ages. Candles lighted the room and the ceiling was sprinkled with stars. Harry nearly forgot to stop as he was so mesmerized by the ceiling, yet even though he stopped he continued to stare.
“It’s bewitched,” a small voice from behind him said. A small girl with bushy hair was standing behind him, smiling from ear to ear as she looked around.
“Who are you,” Harry asked quizzically. She looked familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on where he had seen her before.
“I’m Hermione Granger, we met on the train remember?”
“Oh…yeah…sorry I forgot.”
“What house are you hoping to be sorted into?”
“I don’t know…haven’t really thought about it. What about you?”
“That’s easy…Ravenclaw.”
“What’s so great about Ravenclaw?” Harry stopped and turned to face her, his curiosity now perked.
“It’s the house of wit and where knowledge is power,” she smiled as she looked around him, “Where is your friend?” Harry immediately pointed to Draco who was standing near by.
“No…I meant the one you were with on the train. I think he dropped this,” in between her fingers she twiddled a wizards card. He looked around the sea of people but he couldn’t find him. Hermione walked slowly up to the stairs as her name was called, as if it were a life-changing situation. As she left, Draco came back.
“What were you talking to her for?” He starred at her with a look of pure hatred mixed with disgust.
“She seemed nice. Her names Hermione. I met her on the train. She-.”
“Forget her, father told me about those kinds of people. Mudbloods.” Harry looked at Malfoy quizzically. Mudbloods? He’d never heard that before. But Malfoy soon explained.
“She has dirty blood Harry, muggleborn. She’s a mudblood,” he watched her bound for the Gryffindor table before turning his attention back to Harry, “We are better than her.” Malfoy glanced back towards the stage as his name was called. He walked up to the stage and placed the hat barely on his head before it proclaimed Slytherin. After Malfoy Harry noticed the Ron boy was called, he was placed in Gryffindor. Followed by several other students, then it was Harry’s turn. Harry walked up to the stage slowly as a rumble of whispers exploded in the room. He placed the old hat on his head as it began to hiss in his ear.
“I see you’ve already made a friend here. Hmm…a lot of bravery, courage, and determination I see. Fairly bright as well,” Harry looked over at the Slytherin table for a long moment and then returned to staring in front of him, “It seems to me you’ve made your choice.” The hissing stopped and a new voice erupted.
“Slytherin.” Harry lept from the chair and went over to sit with Malfoy. He could feel pairs of eyes searing holes into his head as he walked over to the table and sat down. Among these eyes was Hermione Granger’s. Her eyes were the only ones that were not meant to be a cruel gesture. Her eyes were a mixture of worry and disappointment. Harry met her gaze as he talked to Draco; she shook her head and looked down at her plate after a few moments.
“Hey Draco, how do you know she’s a muggleborn,” Harry asked through a bit of potatoes. Draco smirked at him.
“Can’t you tell,” Draco asked skeptically. Harry shook his head and continued eating. But throughout the whole entire he could feel a pair of eyes piercing right through him, penetrating his skull and searing into his mind. He dared not look up as to see who those eyes belonged to, he was fine with just feeling them on him. Occasionally he would look up and take a quick glance around the room. There was one moment when he could feel the eyes leave him and he seized the opportunity to properly look around the room.
He scanned the room for the two people he had met earlier, Hermione and Ron. He remembered that both of them had been sorted into Gryffindor, his eyes traveled down the long table until at last his eyes rested upon the two of them. Hermione was handing Ron the wizard card she had shown him earlier, Ron stared down at the card and then took it from her. His face aglow with happiness, she smiled warmly at him and nodded. Soon, well as Harry could tell, he began to explain the man on the card to her. Again, she merely nodded and smiled. Something seemed to be distracting her. When Ron was finished Harry found himself simply watching this girl, he couldn’t stop looking. It was as if she entranced him in some way, finally Hermione looked up and met Harry’s gaze. She held it for a moment before smiling and then turning to Ron.
“Harry?” Draco said from beside him, Harry shook his head and by the time he caught a glimpse of Hermione she was involved with a conversation with Ron and his brothers. Draco moaned and grabbed Harry’s shoulders.
“Harry do you know anything about Hogwarts?” Harry shook his head no immediately, having only found out about the place quite recently.
“There is a house rivalry, between us Slytherins…and the Gryffindor’s,” Draco looked over to the Gryffindor table and then returned his cold stare to Harry, “You cannot be making friends with the wrong sort. They mean nothing to you.” Harry nodded and quickly glanced over to the table, at that moment Hermione seemed to have glanced over at the Slytherin table. Draco followed Harry gaze and gagged in disgust.
“Especially not her type,” Draco once more grabbed Harry by the shoulders, “she means nothing to you. Got that?” Harry nodded and returned to eating without a word. But he couldn’t help but feel a strange connection to her, but for now he would disregard it. Finally all the plates vanished and everyone began to get up, an older boy took all the first years in a group and began to lead Harry’s year down to their house common rooms.
On the way down he noticed that he was walking closely to Hermione and Ron, he tried his hardest to maneuver through the crowds to reach them but as he did he noticed Ron looking at Draco in disgust, the same kind that Draco used to look at Hermione.
“There’s no witch or wizard who went bad that wasn’t in Slytherin,” Ron said to Hermione. She sighed a little and they continued walking, leaving Harry in the middle of the crowd. His heart could have sunken to the floor at that very moment, he was in Slytherin. Was he bad? Was he destined to become one of the wizards he was referring to? As Draco walked over to get Harry Ron words continued to sting him over and over again, like a continuous memory replaying in his mind…
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Harry suddenly had an intense pain erupt from his forehead, where his scar was to be exact. He felt himself thrashing around in his bed. Beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. Lately every night when he went to sleep this memory overtook his dreams and haunted him throughout the night. He wanted to know what her stare had meant; he wanted to know what she was thinking. He felt something hit him hard on the chest and his eyes shot open quickly. Draco Malfoy was staring back at him, his hand balled in a fist.
“What the bloody hell was that about Potter?” Harry reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his glasses. He slid them on and looked at Draco.
“What are you talking about?”
“You were saying her name again.” Malfoy smirked and then sat back down on the bed opposite Harry’s.
“Whose name?” Malfoy laid down in his bed and mimicked Harry.
“Hermione…Hermione,” Draco sat back up and then walked over to Harry, “How many times do I have to tell you. I’ve been telling you this since what…first year. She’s a filthy mudblood. She’s the most bloody annoying thing to ever walk these halls. You…and her…have nothing.”
“Sorry. I have no idea why I say her name.” Harry looked around and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead.
“Yeah…just don’t do it anymore,” Draco paused a moment before looking back at Harry, “do you think about her a lot or something?”
“No…just in that one dream. That’s it.” Harry rubbed his temple as the pain pursued.
“Oh…well…maybe she is good looking in your dreams or something. Though that’s nearly impossible. I mean have you seen those beaver teeth, and that hair of hers is like a bloody monster.” Draco laughed and reluctantly Harry laughed half-heartedly at the comment. Harry lay back down and closed his eyes. Once again going back to sleep before he would have to begin his life as a third year once more.
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