Well, lets continue shall we? Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry potter characters, just Aens.
"Slytherin!" The Old Sorting Hat shouted, and the room went silent.
"W-what!" Ron managed to choke out, pointing his gaze at the now un-animated hat. Dumbledore looked like a fish out of water as he tried to form words coherently. No, this was not possible! Harry? In Slytherin? That boy hated them with a passion, he had been tormented by Malfoy for years! Why would he turn to Slytherin? There must be a mistake, that boy was completely on the Light side, he was too innocent, too naïve to be a Dark wizard, there must have been a mistake! The old wizard opened his mouth to speak, however, Hermione got there first.
"Slytherin! Why would Harry be in Slytherin? Those dark wizards have nothing to do with him, he belongs in Gryffindor, and he stays in Gryffindor! You can't make him!" and Hermione stomped her foot on the ground to emphasize her point, you couldn't just take Harry away, he was their friend, and he was staying that way. Ron nodded eagerly with his girlfriend.
"Ms. Granger, would you please get a hold of yourself," McGonagall scolded lightly before turning to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, would you like to try re-sorting once more? I'm positive that the Sorting Hat made some sort of mistake." McGonagall swiftly shifted her gaze to Dumbledore, who had barely managed to gain some amount of face.
"Ah, yes dear boy, why don't you try that again? I'm sure he must have done it wrong, Minerva, remind me to get the Old Hat fixed, he must be getting rusty. My my, Oh well, Harry, come now, we must get you re-sorted once more, don't fret. I'm sure he'll allow you-,"
"No." Harry locked gazes with Dumbledore and the old wizard flinched slightly at the intensity of the glare."It didn't make a mistake, I chose to be in Slytherin." And he looked around the room, meeting everyone's shocked expressions. Harry thought to himself as he searched through Ron and Hermione's angered appearance. He knew why he chose Slytherin, he had thought about it longingly over the summer, spending time to himself and going over books in the huge library that Grimmwauld Place had. He knew he was brave, he had all the "attributes" to be a Gryffindor, and yet, the "friends" around him didn't know him at all. They complained about their lives and never asked about his. It was set in stone that he was to be the Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior of the World, the one who would stand up against Voldemort. No, he was not a weapon, he was a person, a human, and a 16 year old boy who barely knows anything going about in the wizarding world.
The "Light" side claimed to be the purest of them all, yet if they manipulated others as they did to him, the "Dark" side was better. The Dark side, the Slytherin side were not all evil, Blaise, for example, had done nothing to the Gryffindors, he didn't taunt anyone, he didn't try to hex people that got in his way, he was completely innocent. Yet, the Gryffindors always pick on him and a bunch of other harmless Slytherins. He knew that there were some Slytherins that were the spies and kids of Death Eaters, but at least those who were great Slytherins, evil or good, had earned their title. They had strived hard to work for their goals and sneaked their way up to the top. While on the "Light" side, if you did something "grand" or "spectacular," praises were given and they were then either ignored, if the public wished to do so, or they were worshipped until those who were the worshippers decided that they didn't need them any more and threw those who were worshipped away.
"Harry, what do you mean?" Dumbledore hesitated, surely Harry did not choose to be in Slytherin?
"I mean that I want to be in Slytherin," and Harry jumped out of the chair he was sitting in and looked Dumbledore squarely in the eyes. A cold breeze whisked the air around and the occupants in the room shivered despite themselves.
Ron, finally realizing the depth of the situation, exclaimed red faced, "What do you mean you want to be in Slytherin! We're your bloody best friends, those Slytherins will tear you to pieces! Are you going to abandon us? For some slimy snakes? What is wrong with you! Would you rather shuffle around Draco bloody Malfoy? Instead of us?"
And Ron's infamous Weasley temper reared its head.
"I agree with Ron, Harry. The Slytherins will not be merciful, why didn't you pick another house? Why didn't you come back to Gryffindor?" Hermione whined, frustrated at her best friend's choice.
"I must say, I am wondering why you picked Gryffindor as well, you and Mr. Malfoy have had conflicts for years, heaven forbid, but what made you choose Slytherin?" The head of Gryffindor house asked.
Harry's magic crackled around him and he whispered something to himself that no one caught.
"What-?" and the magic that crackled through the air exploded, making several of Dumbledore's silver dancing instruments shatter and fly into walls. Papers circled Harry, and wind tore at the 4 other occupants in the room. At that very moment, Snape strode into the room.
"What is going on here?" Snape demanded, he could feel the growing power all the way from the dungeons. So, he rushed to the headmaster's office, where he could feel the power coming from. The boy in the middle of the room was perfectly still, even though the ones around him and everything else shivered and shook at his power. Harry's eyes were clouded over, and he wasn't paying attention to anything.
Snape fought through the whirlwind of magic and set his hands on the boy's shoulders.
"Potter!" Snape called, "Harry! You insolent fool, do you want to blow up Hogwarts?" and the magic instantly fell. Harry shook his head slightly and looked up at Snape.
"What happened?"
"I'm afraid you lost control of your powers for a moment, Potter," Snape all but snarled.
"Sorry, sir." Dumbledore stumbled back into control, and lightly told Snape.
"Severus, Harry has been Re-Sorted into Slytherin." Snape's eyes widened, and Dumbledore continued, "Harry will need to be sent to the Slytherin corridors, will you please escort him there? I will explain the details later." Snape nodded and harshly pulled Harry out of the office and down the stairs.
"Potter, you are now a Slytherin, I don't know how, and to tell you the truth I do not care why." Snape tried to look into the boys eyes, but he had lowered his head, "However, I do care that you start to act like a Slytherin, think like a Slytherin. Do not run into danger head first, do not be rash and think you need to do everything alone, if you are outnumbered, then run. Do not be afraid to back away when you believe you will not win. Always have a contingency plan. That is a part of being a Slytherin." Snape said softly at his last sentence. Harry raised his head up in surprise.
Snape continued, "I am your head of house now, although I dislike you, Potter, you are now under my care. If you have troubles with the rest of the Slytherins, talk to me." And Snape held up a hand to lead Harry to the dungeons.
"This will be very interesting"
"Purebloods," Snape muttered at the door guard. The portrait of the snake hissed and the door to the Slytherin Corridors opened. Harry trailed behind him as Snape called attention to the Slytherins.
"Slytherins, you have a new snake among you, however, he may be a new snake, but he is not a new student. He has been re-sorted, treat him well." Snape snapped to get his point across. The snakes chatters died down the moment Snape stepped aside. Harry Potter was the new Slytherin? Pansy, who was clutched onto a very annoyed Malfoy, shrieked out her protest.
"What is Potter doing here?" and the Slytherins flinched at her high pitched voice.
"Do not make me repeat myself Miss Parkinson," and before Pansy could shriek any more, Snape retaliated with a small gesture that charmed her to silence. The Slytherin student body gave out a relieved sigh and then returned their attention to the newest snake. Icy glares were sent at him, and Harry did all he could not to shiver as he met Pansy's. That witch could easily scare away elephants with her shrieks and her looks. Snape, seeming satisfied gave them a small nod and left with billowing cloaks behind him. Silence filled the room and Harry was getting nervous at the snakes, reactions. Would he be able to survive in Slytherin, although he did want to be in the house, he didn't really plan anything so he could survive there. Harry swallowed and was about to speak, but Malfoy beat him to it.
"Well Potter, what did you do to get into Slytherin? I'm curious, no one has every tricked the Sorting Hat into re-sorting someone. Professor Snape is too intelligent to get caught in one of your hopeless pranks and the Weasel and the Mudblood can't be here, we would have sensed it through our wards. Only Slytherins can be here, so I guess what Professor said was true. You really are a Slytherin now." Malfoy spoke with a sneer.
"Shove off Malfoy," Harry retaliated
"Oh, is Potter going to cry?"
"Why don't you go back to your little thrown Malfoy, leave me alone."
"It looks like Potter is getting mad, do you need your Mudblood Potter? You three were always so close." And Malfoy gave out a harsh, cold, laugh before the rest of the Slytherins joined him.
Harry's magic began to crackle again and as he was about to grab his wand to curse Malfoy, he caught a look of his eyes. Behind Malfoy's amusement, there seemed to be a hesitation and another emotion, was that… fear? Why would Malfoy fear him? Sure, he had a temper, but he would never hurt his fellow students, not if he could help it. No, that fear wasn't directed towards him, but who was it directed to? Harry pushed his magic back in him and he shook his head at Malfoy, whose smirk, was long gone. The Ice prince raised his hand in front of Crabbe and Goyle, who were getting ready to hex Harry.
He said in a sneer, "Potter, if you're really a Slytherin now, prove it!" and he spat out the last words like a irritated snake before gracefully striding out of the commons towards the bedrooms. Harry stood there confused as the rest of the Slytherins turned their backs away from him. If their ice prince tolerated him, they would try to as well. Well, except Pansy of course, who tried to bound at Harry and scrape his eyes out for upsetting her Draco, however, a voice chanted Protego behind him, and Pansy bounced away from him harmlessly. Harry turned around to meet a small nod of Blaise. He gave Harry a small look of sympathy before smiling and motioning for Harry to follow him to their sleeping chambers. Maybe Slytherin wouldn't be as bad as he thought if Blaise was there to help him.
Harry awoke with his sheets violently ripped from his body. Startling Harry into sitting straight up and looking wildly around him to find a smirking Blaise holding his warm sheets away from him. Harry gave the smirking teen a mock glare before fetching his glasses.
"I was wondering when you would wake, Potter." Blaise began, his smirk changing to a grin when Harry gave him another glare. Harry sighed and got out of his new bed and got changed to go down to breakfast. Today, he was going to have to confront Ron and Hermione.