When Harry woke the next morning, he was stunned. Staring at the green all around the room, on the bed, on the robes in the corner, and stripes on the wall. Slytherin flags were pinned to the walls, and Harry remembered. The Sorting Hat had re-sorted him into Slytherin. Hermione was a Ravenclaw, and Ron was a Hufflepuff. Harry had been placed on the Slytherin Quidditch team as the Seeker. The Gryffindor team had been split up, leaving only a couple players left to play.

Harry sat up, and looked at the other beds. All were empty, but there was a sign pinned to one of Harry's bedposts.

It read:

Classes are canceled today due to the fifth years and above being re-sorted.

Harry stood up, and when he had finished dressing into his Slytherin robes, he exited the dorm, only to find the common room and hallway empty as well. He went out of the common room, and into the hallway, wondering why it was empty as well.

When he entered the Great Hall, he found everyone. The teachers were kicking students off of their friends tables, and were being herded back to their own table. Hermione was sitting next to Luna Lovegood, dark shadows under her eyes. Ron was talking to Alicia Spinnet, who was waving her hands in the air, an annoyed look on her face. Harry met Ginny Weasley's gaze, and she looked away quickly.

Harry sat down with the Slytherins, and they ignored him. Malfoy was talking quietly with Crabbe and Goyle down at the front of the table. Harry picked at his food, feeling annoyed more than sad.

Someone slid into the seat next to him. Harry ignored them, and took a bite of the eggs on his plate. The person tapped on his shoulder. Harry finally turned.

"Ernie?" Harry demanded.

"Yes," Ernie MacMillan said. "I got sorted into Slytherin as well. You left before I got sorted." He picked at a spot on his green robes, and turned back around to face Harry. "I suppose Slytherin isn't all bad," Ernie commented, gazing around the Hall. "It's actually pretty neat."

Harry looked away, and accidently met the gaze of Pansy Parkinson, who smiled at him. Not sure why this Slytherin animal was staring at him, he turned away, instead looking at Hermione. She met his gaze evenly, and motioned to the doors. Harry stood, leaving the Slytherin table behind as he left the Great Hall. Hermione met him outside the doors.

"Oh Harry!" she exclaimed. He wouldn't look her in the eye. "Now you're with Malfoy, and you're against your own house, and what about Quidditch? The Gryffindor team is split up! Alicia, Ron, and George are in Hufflepuff, Angelina's in Ravenclaw, and you're in Slytherin! Poor Fred and Katie! Ravenclaw lost Roger Davies to Slytherin, and Hufflepuff is the only one with all its players!"

"I'm on the Slytherin team," Harry mumbled.

"Are you the Seeker?"

"Yeah. Are the Gryffindor players on other teams now?" Harry asked.

"Ron's the Keeper for Hufflepuff, George is a Beater for Hufflepuff. I don't think Alicia got in. Angelina's the Ravenclaw Captain, and she's a Chaser. Katie and Fred are still on the Gryffindor team. Then, you're the Slytherin Seeker. Whatever happened to Malfoy? Did he get kicked off?"

"No," Harry replied. "He's a Chaser. Slytherin's Captain is Roger Davies."

"Anyone else you know in Slytherin?" Hermione wondered.

"Only Ernie. I saw that Hannah Abbott got into Gryffindor. And the Patil twins." Harry picked at a nail, and when Hermione did not answer, looked up.

She was looking at the ground, seeming to be devastated. "The Sorting Hat revealed our true colors," Hermione whispered to the ground. "I'm Ravenclaw, Ron's Hufflepuff, and you're…"

"Slytherin."
"Yes. I'm still not sure you're Slytherin type, however," Hermione mumbled.

"What?" Harry asked. "You don't think I could make it?"

"No, I just-"

"I'll prove you wrong! I'll become a Slytherin! You wait and see!" Harry stormed off, leaving a confused Hermione behind. She'd see. Harry Potter would not go down as the Boy Who Couldn't Handle Change.

When Harry was outside, he was wandering down to the lake, bored. When he reached the shoreline, something emerged out of the water. Harry watched as the tentacle waved slightly and disappeared back into the waves. Harry felt like that. One day he was everything, above the waves. Now he was below, the lowest of the low, a Slytherin.

"Hey, Harry?" He turned. A brown-haired girl was standing behind him, her light eyes curious. "You're a Slytherin, right?" she asked.

"What would you do if I told you I wasn't?" he questioned.

"I'd tell you to check your robes," the brown-haired witch answered, pointing at the green and black tie. Harry chuckled, and she smiled.

"Who are you?" he asked,

"My name's Daphne," she answered. "Daphne Greengrass."

"Ah," Harry said. "And why exactly have you approached me?"
"I'm not actually sure," she told him. "You seemed to be plotting something down here, and I wondered what it was."

"Plotting how to get myself back to my original house, I suppose," Harry told her, staring out across the lake. "It's not that Slytherin's a bad house, even though I always assumed it was, it's just that Gryffindor is my home."

"I see," Daphne said.

"But do you really?" Harry asked her quickly, turning to face her. "Do you really feel the anger I feel, at being switched from being to good guy to the bad guy? How it felt to lose my friends? You don't. You don't understand."

"But I want too!" she exclaimed. "I want to understand, because I want to help you! Not all Slytherin girls are bitches, Harry. Some of us just got sorted into a house, and shunned by another. It's not my fault I'm a Slytherin. I just am. And I'm proud of it. As proud of it as you are of your old house."

"Pansy's a different story," Harry muttered.

"She's not," Daphne argued. "She's been pretty mean, I'll say that. But you've been pretty mean too! You shunned Draco for trying to help you, and have teased and cursed him every step of the way! His retaliation is only that! Retaliation! You started it!"

"I didn't start it!" Harry yelled. "Malfoy picks fights with me!"

"And you picked them first!" Daphne exclaimed. "You shun him, force him to make friends with only people that revere hate. That is your doing!"

Harry would not give in. She was blaming him?

"Malfoy has been nothing but horrible to me for five years," Harry spat.

"And you've been nothing but horrible to him for five years!" Daphne shot back. "If you hadn't started it, you could be friends with him. He tried to be your friend in the beginning, but you shunned him, forcing him out!"

"He only wanted the Boy Who Lived on his side!"

Daphne glared at him, anger simmering in her eyes. Then she shook her head. "If you can't see past someone's actions to their heart," she whispered, "than you're nothing but a fool."

Then she was storming away, leaving Harry to ponder what she meant. An owl swooped down, dropping a letter on his head. Yelling a few choice words at it as flew away, Harry ripped it open. Summons to Dumbledore's office again. Only this time, it had a password on it.