Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Background Information: James and Lily Potter and very much ALIVE. Harry is still known as the Boy-Who-Lived, so he's still famous. It will be covered how this is in later chapters. Since his parents are alive, he was raised by them and not the Durselys.
This fictional story will have pairings including; Severus/Lily/James, Draco/Hermoine/Ron, Harry/Ginny.
"Hmm ," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting … So where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.
"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that – Hmm, you seem quite determined not to be in Slytherin. Let's take a look at your past family shall we? Interesting, I definitely see Gryffindor you. There also seems to be a Ravenclaw in there but not as strong as the Slytherin in you. After all, you are the son of a Slytherin."
Frozen on the spot, the boy with the hat thought; son of a Slytherin? There had to be a mistake, he was the son of James and Lily Potter; both Gryffindors. That's right; the sorting hat was confusing him with some other boy. There was no way he was the son of a Slytherin.
"Please let me be in any house besides Slytherin, I'll do much better anywhere but there. I don't want to be a burden to house I don't want to be in. Pleeasee, anywhere but Slytherin."
"My, my, what a cunning boy you are. The choice is clear, - SLYTHERIN!" cried the hat.
Silence. No one expected the boy who lived, son of two Gryffindors, to be sorted into Slytherin. After what felt like hours of silence, Harry slowly stood up from the stool and shuffled over to the Slytherin table. As he reached the table, the great hall was still silent with the occasional whisper and murmur of surprise that the great Harry Potter was in Slytherin.
Relief washed over Harry as Professor McGonagall called out the next student, "Thomas, Dean."
Harry sat quietly looking down at his hands. He felt like crying. Why, why did he have to get sorted in to Slytherin? It made no sense. Would Ron and Hermoine still want to be his friends? Eventually, the last student was sorted; Blaise Zabini to Slytherin.
Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the front ready to welcome the new school year. "Welcome first years, welcome all. Now that the new students have been sorted, let us get down to business. I would first like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Quirinus Quirrel." A light applause from both the staff and students sounded. "Also, please remember that students are not allowed in the Forbidden Forrest without a member of the faculty. The third floor corridor is off limits to ALL students except prefects. Now, let us eat."
As the last word left the headmaster's lips, food magically appeared on the four long tables in front of the students. There was a large variety of food including turkey, chicken, vegetables, rolls, cakes and pastries. All the first years quickly dug into the food thinking it'd disappear in a matter of seconds. The older students however, paced themselves as they knew the food would still be there.
After about an hour of dinner, it was time to go back to the house's common rooms where the first years would learn more about the school and where they'll be staying for the next seven years. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had the towers while Hufflepuff had the basement and Slytherins had the dungeons.
Percy Weasley, a prefect from Gryffindor announced at the corridors, "First year Gryffindors, follow me. Everyone else, please get settled into your dormitories. "
Off in the background, other prefects also tried to capture the attention of the young first years, "Slytherin first years, over here.", "First year Hufflepuff's, this way.", "Ravenclaws. Come with me."
And thus, the students were off filling the halls of Hogwarts all trying to get to their dormitories.
Harry Potter looked around for Markus Flint, one of the Slytherin prefects. Each house had six prefects, three male students, three female students; a pair in the fifth, sixth and seventh year. On occasion, each house may have an extra prefect but it was very rare.
Markus Flint was a fifth year prefect for Slytherin. He was often compared to Percy; Markus' achievements were almost on par. However, Percy had a huge advantage, having the support of the headmaster because of the fact, he was sorted into Gryffindor. Most everybody knew Dumbledore favored his old house, the Gryffindors but no one ever said it out loud.
After the first years had been rounded up and the older students had left to the common rooms, the older prefect lead the younger Slytherin's towards the door of the Slytherin dungeons. "Like the headmaster said, welcome to Hogwarts. Behind this wall is the common room for Slytherin students. This is where you will be staying for the next seven years. To get in, you will need a password and this password will be changed every two to four weeks. Once inside, I will explain more about your rooms, schedules and what will be expected from you as Slytherins. Professor Snape, our head of house will also say some things to you guys later on tonight but for now, let go it."
Turning towards the wall, the prefect spoke, "Pure blood" and like magic, the walls slid open creating a staircase down deeper into the school. Following the older student, the first years walked into the Slytherin common room. The space known as the Slytherin common room was huge; with stone walls and two large windows. Looking out the windows, there was a bluish green hue.
Between the two windows was a large fireplace where above it, the symbol of Slytherin hung. Furnished in the room were three large green leather couches and five arm chairs. There were two small round tables in between the three couches and one large table in the middle of the room.
It was a dark room no doubt but what made the room even dimmer were the lights that hung above. Throughout the room were green light orbs that matched the Slytherin colors.
As the new students settled into the room, prefect Flint continued to welcome the first years, "This is the Slytherin common room. You can and probably will use this place for meetings, studying or just to spend your free time. Now, this is Gemma Farley, the other seventh year prefect." Flint introduced as a girl stepped out into view.
"Gemma will now take over and continue the rest of the things that need to be said so, pay close attention. I will be back with Professor Snape once Gemma has finished." Flint explained as he left the room.
Gemma Farley gave a big smile at the new first years, took a deep breath and started, "Hi everyone, As Markus said, I'm Prefect Gemma Farley. You can just call me Gemma and I want you guys to know if there's any problem, trouble or you just need help; please feel free to talk to me, any of the prefects or the head of house, Professor Snape.
Now, I am proud to welcome you to the Slytherin house. As you can see, our symbol is the serpent; the wisest and cunning of all creatures. Our house colors include green and silver. The common rooms are located on one side of the dungeons in the school, obviously. If you look out the windows, you will see the depths of the Hogwarts Lake. Often, you will see various creatures swim by; you may see the giant squid.
Before I let you get settled in to your dormitories, I'd like to clear up a few rumors about our house. Slytherin is NOT the home of all dark wizards. Yes, this house has produced a fair share of wizards, including He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. However, we aren't the only house that produces dark wizards and the other three houses are the only houses that produce good wizards so keep that in mind while you're here.
As for the rooms you will be sleeping in; there are two sets of stairs behind you. These stairs will lead you to your room. Girls take the stairs going up; boys will take the stairs going down. First years will have to go to the very top or bottom as that is where first years stay. Seventh years are the closest to the common room and the years in between fill up the gap. So ladies, if you'll follow me up the stairs and gents, if you start heading down, I believe Markus will be meeting you halfway."
"Bloody hell that woman sure knew how to talk." Draco Malfoy complained.
The boys around him gave a hearty laugh and headed down the stairs. As they approached a dead end, a hallway appeared, "Well, go on." said Flint, who had appeared out of nowhere.
Slowly, the six first years continued through the tunnel and ended up in a large rectangular room. There were six beds, three on each side. They were small beds just big enough for a student to rest comfortably. The beds were lined with black sheets and had a dark green comforter on top. Every bed laid a single white pillow and at the foot of the beds laid each students trunk.
On one side of the room was the bathroom. Within the lavatory included two toilet rooms, three shower areas and a large bath enough to fit all six boys, almost like a hot tub. Against one wall was a large mirror with six individual sinks.
Looking pleased around the room, Flint told the boys, "This is your dormitory for the rest of the year. You will be expected to keep it clean and organized. Hogwarts has house elves but Professor Snape requires all Slytherins learn the proper way to clean after themselves and therefore, no house elves may be used without the consent of Professor Snape. Every morning you will shower, get dressed and promptly arrive at the common room at 7 am. 9 am on the weekends. We will all then head to the Great Hall for breakfast. Uniforms will be checked so be warned. Now, let's head upstairs; Professor Snape has a few words for you all."
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Meanwhile, with the faculty and staff of Hogwarts, "Albus, what are we to do about this? Who's going to be the one to tell James Potter his son was sorted in to Slytherin because I will tell you now, none of us are willing." Minerva said.
With a grim expression on his face, he replied, "There is nothing we can do. The hat has spoken and he has sorted young Harry Potter to be in Slytherin. James Potter will just have to accept that fact. As for the latter matter, I believe Harry will be informing both his parents of his sorting as do all the children here."
"Surely you don't suggest that the first mention of the news be from his son. Albus, James will be outraged that we did not inform him sooner."
"I will consider speaking to James before young Harry sends an owl then. Severus my boy, if you would so kindly not allow you student to send any post for a day or two that would be most helpful." the headmaster requested.
Snarling, the potions master replied, "Of course headmaster, anything else? It's almost time for me to depart and introduce myself to the new snakes. Perhaps the rest of you heads should do the same. Wouldn't you agree, Minerva?"
"Yes, yes. Albus, we must be returning to our houses. "
"Very well" and with those words of departure, the teachers headed to their houses.
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