DISCLAIMER: ME NO OWN HARRY POTTER: NO MORE ASK PLEASE
Okay, I know none of my other fics have been updated…like at all, but I promise I will finish this one!
Willow: No you won't, you're too much like me.
Me: Dammit, Willow, I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!
Willow: And what's with the Chinese way you're talking in the beginning….I knew you were a secret Mexican spy….
Me:….Wtf are you…. FUCK YO COUCH!
Willow: Pft, you be adopted.
Me: Whatever, on with the story already!
Shane brushed his hair back from his face, looking over the Great Hall with interest. So this was the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry? He snorted. It wasn't anywhere near as laid back as Raumage, but it would do. He tugged at the heavy robes he was wearing, staring down at the freshies he was being "Sorted" with. He wondered what the other students thought of him, in all his six foot two emo glory, standing at the head table surrounded by munchkins. The Headmistress stood, McGonagal, he thought her name was, and addressed the school.
"This is a year for rejoicing. The Dark Lord has been defeated, and Hogwarts restored. The world is at peace, and though we have all suffered losses, it is time to move on. And with that, I present Hogwarts' new first years!" There was cheering, and Shane noticed that the table farthest to his left, one with green and silver serpents hanging over it, had far fewer people than the others. He wondered at it, then realized that they must be the equivalent of the Water Dorm at Raumage. He frowned. There were only four dorms, as opposed to Raumages' five. Would he be sorted correctly? At Raumage he had been placed in the Spirit Dorm, as he had an equal balance of all the traits that set each dorm apart…..weren't they called Houses over here? That would clear some stuff up, in Shane's mind at least….
"Also, we have one new student from America who will be joining the ranks of the seventh years. Will you all join me in welcoming Shane Absinth," said McGonagal. There was a smattering of applause which turned into giggles as Shane curtsied theatrically and tipped a non-existent hat. The Headmistress then motioned for him to sit on the three-legged stool in front of the freshies, which had an old, tattered witch hat on it. He skipped -yes, skipped- to the stool and picked up the hat, and placed it on his head. He felt the ripple of magick even as he felt an intrusion in his mind. It felt much like the Scanner at Raumage had when he had been sorted into his Dorm oh so many years ago when he was a freshie at Raumage.
Hmmm, he heard a voice whispering in the back of his mind. You are brave, but also deceptive. You enjoy simple things and learning new things. You seem to have an abundance of all the Houses inside of you.
Indeed, Shane thought back. That's why the Scanner put me in Spirit Dorm. Those who are balanced need a dorm for themselves.
I will have to agree with that…perhaps I could place you in all the dorms…
Shane thought for a moment. I suppose I could spend a week in each House, and pick which one suits me the most.
That seems to be a logical solution. You will have to inform the Headmistress of course. But until then… "SLYTHERIN!"
Shane smiled and hopped of the stool, casting the Headmistress a meaningful look. He made his way to the politely clapping table, his black eyes sweeping over the occupants. He spotted a debonair blond who had only deigned to clap once, sitting mostly alone, and decided he would spend the evening next to him. He swept down the isle and sat with a flourish, producing a black rose out of nowhere. He presented it to the blond, smiling a smile he knew was bound to unnerve the other boy.
"Something dark from someone darker?" he said, making it sound like a question. The blond raised a haughty eyebrow.
"And what would I want with something so ugly as that," his lips curled in the most adorable sneer. "sorry excuse for a rose?"
Shane smiled. "This," he said, twirling the stem of the rose so that it bloomed suddenly, revealing the purple inner petals. "is no ordinary rose. I enchant them so that whoever I present them to gets the deepest wish of their heart fulfilled."
The blond looked at him suspiciously. "What's the catch?" he said frankly. Shane laughed delightedly.
"Ah, so few have ever thought to ask me that," he said, twirling the rose again, turning it back into a black bud. "The catch is, you don't know what the deepest wish of your heart is, but the rose does. When it blooms, you are within reach of that wish. If it starts to wilt, you are farther away from the wish. If it wilts completely, your wish has slipped away, most likely forever."
The blond considered him expressionlessly. Then he reached out and took the rose, sniffing it experimentally. He smiled, and Shane found himself smiling back, genuinely. The blond held out his hand. "I'm Draco," he said. Shane took the proffered hand, his eyes changing from the depthless black to a sparkling red.
"Charmed, I'm sure," he purred, lifting the hand and kissing the back of it. He found the skin that met his lips surprisingly warm, and almost moaned at the touch of it. Sure, Hogwarts hadn't been his first choice when his father had announced them moving over seas, but now he was very glad he had come.
Yeah, I know you guys are probably ready to rip my eyes out, but Draco isn't going to get with my OC. In fact, my OC is….well, you'll see…