~My Heart and Soul: Chapter 2 - The Sorting Hat~
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He gritted his teeth as more blood spilled out on the floor, he wobbled slightly before falling the floor in his own gore. His hands were coated in it as he smiled up at his white-haired friend, "I ran into a little trouble out there."
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When the students of Hogwarts came back into the Great Hall the next morning, they were shocked to see the white-haired male from last night, sitting on an old stool with the Sorting Hat in his hands. They sat at their house tables, waiting for the food to appear while they watched the teen, he looked better now, most of them mused as they stared at his clean clothing and blank face.
After several minutes of being stared at, Kaneki started throwing glares around to anyone and everyone who would so much as glance at him; it seemed as though his old friends and his old enemy were the most curious about his presence, but then again, they were pretty smart. Finally finished with sending glares at everyone, he sat there just staring at the ground listlessly; the white-haired male was suddenly starting to hate himself for giving into the Headmaster's compromise. The old man didn't want the once-boy-who-lived to be resorted but after a few minutes of thinking he gave in for one condition, Kaneki got sorted in front of three different schools, and the teen just knew he was going to mention his old name by "accident".
Kaneki could feel himself getting impatient as other teens sat on the wooden benches, surrounded by friends and possibly family; he sighed, drawing the attraction of the students closest to him, he missed everyone at Anteiku, even Tsukiyama, who wasn't really part of the coffee group that he used to hang out with. 'Though,' Kaneki thought, 'I might only miss his craziness, it was the only thing that seemed to keep me from going insane.'
The teen could remember the voices in his head, the ones that whispered things to him, horrible things; one night he couldn't take it anymore and had tried to get rid of them by getting to the source, his brain. He had been sitting in a dark alley, pulling out his hair and damaging what source of skin he could get that was closest to the object of his distress, that was how Tsukiyama found him. The man had acted as if nothing was different about him as if he was still the same Kaneki that liked Takatsuki Sen, that was naive, the same Kaneki who had cried often since he became a half-ghoul. Tsukiyama had spoken nothing but craziness to him that night but, by God, how that craziness had saved him.
While in his memories, Kaneki hadn't been paying attention to anything around him, oh, he was aware -his battle trained mind would expect nothing less-, he just hadn't been paying attention to any of the conversations and thus missed out on the first half of what the Headmaster had said, it wasn't until the man "accidentally" said Harry Potter, did he start paying attention again.
"-Harry Pott, er, I mean, Kaneki Ken would like to get a resorting as he feels he would be unwelcomed in his old house at his current state." The old man had finished off, a smile on his face and an annoying bright twinkle in his teen could feel a growl building up in his throat; he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, it wouldn't do him any good to go ghoul in a room full of school children. Eyes closed, the teen lifted the hat, placing it on his head; it felt different but, then again, he has grown enough for the hat to fit him.
'Ah, Mr. Potter. Back again?' the voice in Kaneki's head had shocked him, though he showed no outward signs to those watching him. The teen frowned at the name Potter before asking the hat to call him Kaneki, the hat apologized before continuing, 'My, my, you have changed quite a bit; you're certainly more cunning than your younger self ever was and you certainly have more ambition. I think you already know where you will be sent to.'
'As I am now, I don't think I could fit in anywhere else.' The teen answered the silent questioned that had drifted into the air.
'Alright then, better be,' the hat's mouth opened wide to shout out the house that it had chosen based on the whiteheads personality, "SLYTHERIN!"
The gray eyes of the teen opened to see faces of shock and disbelief staring back at him, some quickly morphed into betrayal. A red-head, who wore black robes, a red tie and a badge that proudly stated what house he belonged in, jumped up from where he was sitting and pointed his finger to the-now-Slytherin, "He's gone dark, he has! He's gone and betrayed us all!"
A voice behind him shouted an indignant, "Mr. Weasley," but really did nothing to stop the angered teen, who continued to rant, trying to gain support from others around him, the only person who seemed to agree with him was a frizzy-haired girl who had been sitting next to him.
People around the Weasley were quickly angered, the teen had been off his rocker ever since the search parties - the ones that were trying to find Harry - found out that their hero had been abused, the redhead had loudly exclaimed, when he found out, that Harry Bloody Potter was just trying to get more attention then they already had; the brown-haired girl, Granger, had joined in with him, stating that it wasn't in any fact books about the boy-who-lived and therefore could not be true. Soon after that, the two students had turned from two of the most popular students to outcasts, especially in their own house.
Kaneki stood up and started to walk towards the Slytherin table, his old friend stood the moved himself to get in the way but the slightly younger teen just pushed passed him, keeping his eyes on the window in front of him, it gave a reflection. The white-headed teen saw the redhead run at him, arm pulled back, hand clenched in a fist; Kaneki turned, grabbing the fist before twisting the elder teen's arm, forcing him to turn with his arm trapped behind his back.
"Ron!" cried out Granger, who had been smirking in glee when she had seen what her boyfriend was about to do, she was now looking shocked, 'Harry had never been that fast, he was always so slow, unless it was someone else's' life on the line.'
Ron was shaking, what had happened to the small, naive boy he first met; this wasn't the old Harry, something had happened to change him; that was something that Ron didn't want to find out.
"Try it again and you might find your arm somewhere else entirely." was said menacingly into the redhead's ear before the weight on his back left.
Kaneki was seated at the Slytherin's table five minutes later, ignoring others around him as he placed his down on the wood, it was too cold against his head but he couldn't bring himself to lift his head up. The food soon arrived and everyone was eating it joyously, the-once-Gryffindor lifted his head before grabbing a few pieces of fruit which he nibbled disheartedly; the white head wasn't enjoying the food and had to fight the urge to vomit.
'Rotten mandarin and moldy apples for breakfast. Lovely!'
The fourteen's head could be found on the table once more as he tried to swallow to the bile that continuously showed up in his mouth, begging to be let out. This was how Severus Snape found the teen; he stared at the younger man, not sure if he should interrupt whatever was happening or if he should give the child his schedule, he didn't have time to decide as Kaneki lifted his head up to glare at him for staring.
"Yes?" The younger asked politely once he realized it who it was.
"I've been asked to give you your schedule, Mr. Ken," Severus announced before handing over said piece of paper.
A confused look passed over the teenager's face before his eyes widened in realization, "My last name isn't Ken, it's Kaneki," when the teacher opened his mouth with his own confused look, the younger quickly finished with, "Japanese customs." With a nod the teacher left the student, heading back to his own seat at the head table.
Thank you everyone for your kind reviews and your votes! I'm really sorry that I haven't posted in a while, after I posted the first chapter I became ill and was put on continuous bed rest. When I finally felt good enough I went to write a chapter, only to find that I couldn't figure out how to start it. Again, I apologise for not writing for a while.
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