The sky was a bright crystal clear blue and one Harry Potter stared as he thought about the dilemma he was in.
It all started on the first day of school. Harry was as nervous as all the other kids around him, he didn't know what to expect from the "sorting" he had heard about. His red-haired companion, whom he had met on the train, Ron Weasley, had told him his older brother's had to do many complex spells to be "sorted".
Once the deputy Headmistress Professor McGonagall told them that it wasn't going to be as bad as Ron's brothers had made it out to be, Harry relaxed. A young blond came over, after the professor left and introduced himself. When Harry saw him it was love at first sight. His mouth dropped. He glanced at Ron who was on his left and he had a sneer on. The boy said his name was Draco Malfoy. The name, how he said it, oh, it was bliss to Harry's ears. He offered Harry his hand. Looking at Ron he gave a little sneer of his own and took hold of Draco's hand. The handshake sent sparks up the boy's arms, by that time the Professor was back.
Harry stood at the bottom of the teachers table wondering which house would be best for him. Draco had talked about the great things that are associated with the house of Slytherin, and the idea of going into Slytherin was becoming more appealing to Harry. He overheard some bushy haired girl called Hermione saying she wanted to be in Gryffindor or maybe even Ravenclaw. Harry scoffed to himself. He watched closely when McGonagall began to call the names up for sorting, which was really simple. He paid particular attention when she called Draco up. He walked up to the stool and before the hat even touched his head it screamed "Slytherin!" Harry smiled, widely. Draco smiled back.
Eventually McGonagall called out his name. When he sat down on the stool he looked out over the school, every single pair of eyes were looking at him. The hat was placed on him head and it whispered into his ear. "I know you want to be in Slytherin, but there is doubt. I see you don't know what path to take, I think it should be Slytherin." The hat suddenly yelled out "Slytherin!" Everyone looked astonished like they thought he should have been in Gryffindor. He looked over at Draco; a massive grin adorned the lovely face. Running over to the table, he sat down next to Draco. "Well done's" and "Good for you's" went around the table. Draco looked at Harry, "Good on you for choosing the best house, Harry." Harry looked over at the front and saw the Ron was being sorted. It yelled "Gryffindor." Harry sniggered. Draco looked up, "What are you sniggering at?" Harry looked at Draco, "Weasley, what a doofus." Everyone that heard it laughed. "I'll tell you about the Weasley's," Draco said. "They are a large Pureblood family or blood traitors as my father calls them, with absolutely no money. That's why he looks like a doofus."
"Oh." Harry laughed.
The Headmaster stood up and said a few words of welcome. When he finished the tables suddenly filled with mountains of delicious looking food. Harry dug in. The food was amazing, better than anything Harry had ever tasted. Once the last of the pudding had been cleared the headmaster got up again and said "Goodnight to all," Everyone got up and left for their new home for the year. Harry was so tired he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.