Light vs Dark
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related. Yeah, it's a shame huh.
(Sorry for the long break in between these chapters. I suffered from extreme writer's block and I wasn't sure where I was going with this story. I've decided to switch the story from 1st person to 3rd person. Lets begin.)
Chapter 2 The Sorting and The Brunette
The door to the Great Hall slowly creaked open. Harry made his way into the Great Hall and was immediately lost in the scenery. The ceiling displayed the stars strewn across the clear autumn night sky. Below this ceiling, hovering above the heads of the students and staff were countless wax candles. Harry made a note to himself to learn how to do that. Harry and the other first years made their way between the four tables that stretched across the entire hall. When they reached the staff table a stool was placed in front of them. On top of the stool sat an old torn hat. Harry was just wondering if the hat belonged to the teacher that led them into the hall when a sharp voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"I am Professor McGonagall and the head of Gryffindor house. Students will step forward when I call their name. You will then sit on the stool and have the sorting hat sort you into your house. After being sorted, you will then take a seat with your fellow house mates."
Harry kind of spaced out when the first couple of students were sorted.(Sorry people. I don't really feel like going through all the names) There was one certain bushy haired brunette that caught his attention.
"Granger, Hermione"
"Granger" Harry muttered to himself while watching her make her way up to the stool. She sat down on the stool, practically bouncing with excitement. The hat was placed on her head and seemed to struggle with its decision. A few moments later the hat pronounced that it decided that she belonged in Gryffindor. Harry himself wondered what it would be like to be a Gryffindor. That was before he heard a name he knew.
"Malfoy, Draco"
Draco made his way to the stool and sat down barely muffling a yawn. As soon as the hat touch his head it practically screamed that he belonged in Slytherin. Applause rang out and he took a bow before making his way to the Slytherin table. It felt like it took no time before his name was called.
"Potter, Harry"
Whatever talking that was going on immediately stopped. It was an uncomfortable silence. For him at least. Every eye in the Great Hall was on him. Great. Once again, I'm the center of attention. Harry thought as he made his way to the stool. He sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on his head.
"Hmmm.. Mr. Potter, eh? You have a lot of promise and an urge to prove yourself to others. You don't have a bad mind either. Where should I put you?" The hat muttered more to himself then to Harry.
Harry remembered the brunette he had seen earlier that had gone into Gryffindor, but then remembered what Draco had said about Gryffindor. Harry once again found himself in deep thought. Well, Draco is the only person I've met so far and I can always make friends with the brunette even though I'm not in her house. I guess I choose Slytherin.
"Slytherin, eh? Well if that's what you choose then I have no choice, but to put you in...Slytherin!" The hat stated and the entire hall had interrupted in applause and boos. Harry noticed that some of the boos even came from the Slytherin table. Harry made his way over to the table, wishing he could just disappear.
"Hey, Harry...Will gits shut up?" Draco yelled above all the commotion going on in the Great Hall. Harry took a seat next to Draco and tried to ignore the evil looks he was getting from some of his house mates.
"Hey, Draco"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Why does it seem like my house mates hate me?"
"They don't hate you. They just don't know you. Just ignore them."
"Easy for you to say. You don't have people trying to glare holes into your face."
"May I have your attention, please?" The voice was coming from the staff table. All talking in the Great Hall immediately stopped. A really...really...i mean really old man with a long white beard was standing at a podium. Harry didn't know who he was, but felt at ease by the twinkle in his eyes."I am Professor Dumbledore and the headmaster of this great school. I will like to welcome the first years and warn them not to venture into the Forbidden Forest unless they wish to die a terrible death. I will also like to welcome back all the other students. I will also like to announce that there will be no more posting of..." He picks up a piece of paper."..Yes..Snape using his hair grease to...um...well..let the feast begin." At the far end of the table a greasy haired professor was slowly turning red.
"Hey, Draco. Whose that teacher at the end of the table?"
Draco was in the middle of shoveling food on his plate and threw a quick glance up at the staff table."You mean Professor Snape. He's the head of our house and a close friend to my dad. He's also our potions master." With that said he went back to shoveling more food on his plate. Harry wasn't feeling really hungry at the moment and just picked up a sandwiche off of a tray and took a bite out of it. He chanced a glance down his table and immediately wished he hadn't when he received more death glares. He let out a sigh and began to scan the Gryffindor table, looking for the brunette. What was her name again? It was something that started with a "G". It was...
"Granger."He muttered to himself without even knowing it. His eyes landed on her just as she was looking up from her plate. Their eyes met and a smile crossed her face. He smiled back and noticed the blush forming on her face. All of a sudden her eyes darkened and she turned to the person next to her. It was the red head that Draco took care of on the train. It looked like he was arguing with Granger. Anger began to build up inside of Harry. Anger he had never felt before. What he was feeling was jealousy. Not that he knew it at the time. He jumped up from his seat and made his way over to the Gryffindor table. All eyes in the Great Hall seemed to glue themselves on to him. He completely ignored everyone except the red head who had something coming to him for messing with Granger. The red head seemed to notice the silence that settled over the Great Hall and looked up just as Harry stopped behind him.
"What do you think you're doing, Potter?!" The red head said with as much contempt he could muster. He hadn't forgotten what had happened on the train.
"I'm about to take care of a certain...weasel." Harry made sure to stretch the word "weasel" when he remembered what effect it had on him on the train.
"What did you call me?!" The red head yelled, jumping to his feet."You better watch it. Just because you're famous, it doesn't mean I wont kick your ass!"
"I should have let Draco finish kicking yours on the train. That's not what is important right now. What is important is the way you talk to Granger. That's no way to talk to a lady." Harry stated over the muttering that had started at the Slytherin table.
"You don't tell me what to do. I'll say and do what ever I feel. You're not my parents. Just because you don't have any, it doesn't give you the right to-" the red head didn't dare finish the sentence when Harry's wand was pointed right at his neck.
Harry had never felt so much hate for a person at that moment or so he thought. The curse was coming off of his lips before he even knew it."Cru-"
"No, Mr. Potter. That's enough. Everyone I think it's about time for students to head on to bed and get ready for classes tomorrow." Dumbledore had once again taken his place at the podium while everyone was focusing on the exchange between the two students. Benches slid back from the tables and the students began to file out of the hall, talking excitedly about what had just happened. Ron threw one more glare at Harry and grabbed Granger's arm and pulled her out of the hall. Granger threw a glance at Harry before exiting out of the hall. Draco walked up to Harry and patted him on the shoulder.
"You have the worst taste in women. You know she's a mudblood, right?" Draco spat.
"What's a mudblood?" Harry asked.
"A wizard or witch born from two muggle parents. Their lower class and barely above the squibs."
"What's a squib?" Harry asked while they were being led down into the dungeons.
"A nonmagical person born from a witch and wizard." Draco stated with a shudder."I hope none of my kids come out like that."
"So you don't think I should hang out with Granger just because she has muggle parents?" Harry asked as they were led into the common room. He would have wandered around the common room, but he was too tired to do that. As soon as the prefect mentioned where their room was, he walked into it.
Draco walked in right behind him and collapsed on the bed where his trunk was located."No, you shouldn't hang out with the mudblood. Unless you want every person in the house to hate you."
"Does that include you?" Harry asked as he too collapsed on a bed where his trunk was located.
Draco sighed and then replied, "You ask too many questions, Harry. Just go to sleep."
Harry laid there staring out the window, replaying everything that happened that day. Slowly, he began to drift off to sleep.
Thanks to everyone who waited for this second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I promise the next chapter wont take so long. Please review. Reviews let me know how you feel about the chapters and what changes I should make.)
