Disclaimer I don't own the Harry Potter series. JKR does.
AN: I have a wonderful beta! Please check out Otter's Corner. She is currently writing a story about Severus Snape and Charity Burbage.
Chapter 1
The Sorting Feast
Looking around the Great Hall, Thomas was amazed at how big everything was. He felt smaller then he had felt in all his eleven years. He had read some of the stories about the castle, of course. He didn't want to be the only one unprepared for life at the castle. So he read the first few chapters of Hogwarts: A History just before he boarded the train.
Before him was a large table with a lot of teachers, some of whose attention was drawn toward the incoming students.
'Why is that old hat on that stool? Is it supposed to be important somehow? I haven't read about it.. But, then again, I did only read three chapters.'
The hat suddenly started to sing and Thomas was a bit startled. He had never seen anything quite like it.
As soon as the hat stopped singing someone stepped forward. "And now the sorting will begin! Please come forward and sit on the stool when I call your name." Said the woman that introduced herself earlier as Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House.
"Colin Creevey!"
The Sorting went on for three more names and then the Professor fell silent before calling:
"Thomas Flamel!"
Thomas felt the eyes of everyone in the hall fall upon him. Having a famous last name wasn't always a good thing. He sat down and the Professor put the hat on his head. Just before it fell over his eyes he saw three people furiously whispering at the red table.
'Let me see, yes. A fine mind you have.. Studious and yet.. Creative.'
'Uhm.. Sir Hat? What do you mean?'
'I see that you like to think before you act, even when the situation requires immediate attention. You are not impulsive and will avoid a fight whenever possible. No Gryffindor for you.'
'Yes well, not thinking before acting usually gets you hurt.'
'Ravenclaw then, maybe. Your mind is strong and very curious. I'm surprised you haven't experimented yet young Flamel.'
'Uncle didn't let me..'
'You are a hard worker, who likes to see the fruit of your labor. You are also loyal and a compassionate person, although you don't like to show it too much. It's also not to this House's benefit that you get annoyed when people get emotional. Not Hufflepuff then.'
'Well it isn't that bad when they show it in some small way..'
'Hmm then the House of snakes.. Slytherin. Your father came from this House, did you know?'
'So I have heard, yes.'
'Your Mother didn't come from this school though, correct?'
'Beauxbatons.'
'Well let's see.. Ah.. yes, your carefulness, studiousness, and your thirst to prove your worth in light of your parents legacy is great. I think it would be best to put you in..'
"Slytherin!"
He looked around to see the reactions of the students first. The three students at the Gryffindor table seemed suprised and wary of him now. Then he took a look at the staff table and saw a tall brooding man smirking towards the Headmaster, who looked troubled.
As he walked over to the Slytherin table, those at the table suddenly erupted in a standing ovation.
He sat down next to a blonde kid who looked rather smug.
"Hello, my name is Draco. Draco Malfoy."
He empasised his last name so that it was obvious it was supposed to be impressive.
"A pleasure to meet you."
"This is Crabbe and that is Goyle." Malfoy continued.
"Nice to meet you."
A hestitant boy leaned over from across the table.
"I am Theodore Nott. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine."
The sorting meanwhile had continued, and now a shy looking blonde girl approached the Slytherin table.
"Good afternoon, my lady. I am sorry to say I wasn't paying attention to the sorting and thus missed your name.." Thomas said to the girl, smiling apologetically.
The girl blushed but straightened in her seat when she said, "Astoria Greengrass, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine, Mademoiselle."
"Soo.. Flamel. Tell us. How is it living with Nicolas Flamel." Malfoy inquired.
Thomas raised his brows. "I have no idea. It isn't like I saw him often, he was my Grandfather after all."
By the time they were done with their conversation two more boys and a girl had joined them.
"I am Frederick McNair. This here is my good friend Dominic Dolohov." Thomas saw the boy that was sorted just before him look up and smile to his friend. "And the lady is Lysanne Thicknesse."
"A pleasure to meet you all." Thomas said. Next to him he saw Astoria giving a small nod.
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AN: I know Astoria Greengrass was supposed to be a year younger then I portayed here. But I needed Slytherin characters and wanted to make up the least amount of characters as possible.