Sorted
By: Takara R. M.
Summary: A letter addressed to Professor Dumbledore claims that Mr. Harry Potter was placed in the wrong House. With only one year left, a very bored Harry gets sorted into a new House.
Author's Note: um… everyone was always sorting Harry into different Houses as a first year… and I a have a few ideas/outlines of him being sorted after first year, and this is one of them. You have been warned!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own the characters… they belong to the lovely JKR. :smiles:
Genres: Romance, Humor, Drama, Supernatural, Action/Adventure, Suspense, Who Knows, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Death Sentence(NC-17) Censored!
WARNINGS: Sexual Content, Violence, Adult Language, Character Death, Dangerous Muse, Slowly click away..., Suicide, Any, Major Fluff; This fic is rated: MA. other known as NC-17! If you are not of age... then DO NOT READ! (rated for later chapters)
Chapter Two: Art, Thrones, Voices, and Harry
Morning came without the chatter of birds or the moaning of roommates. Harry slowly sat up, amazed at how peacefully he had slept and how alive he now felt.
Harry stretched out his body. It was Sunday. Tomorrow would be the first actually day of classes, since September first was yesterday, and there were no classes on the weekends. Not that Harry minded.
The green-eyed, seventh year, newly made Slytherin decided to fore go breakfast to decorate his room. After finding his own bathroom – with a suspiciously locked door – Harry got himself ready for the day.
Harry found personalizing his room quite a relaxing – mentally – as it helped him to clear his mind. When he was finish, Harry was a little shocked to find that he had used the Slytherin colors for his color scheme.
With a fit of giggles, Harry spun around his new room. It was a great to feel like he actually belonged somewhere. Besides that, being in his new room gave him a sense of freedom; freedom from everything.
With nothing to do, Harry went to his trunk to pull out some extra items. He walked over to one wall that was specifically set up for a special purpose.
Upon the shelving unit Harry had masterfully crafted into the wall, Harry filled in every empty space with a variety of tools and materials. To the left of the selves, was a wooden contraption. When it was pulled out, it resembled an easel with a detachable mini table top.
Harry hummed various muggles tunes as he set up his little studio. He had found his love for art over the summer when his aunt and uncle forced him out of their house to get a job.
At first it was a horrible experience. Uncle Vernon took him around to different places, but Harry never got any jobs. It was not that astounding since all Vernon did was complaining about what a little delinquent Harry was. Finally, after a few days of this, Harry went out on his own and came across a privately owned studio above a fairly large art supply store. The owner had Harry try out different forms of art until he was satisfied with the extent of Harry's capabilities. Harry soon found himself with an apprentice's job.
Through out the summer, Harry work almost everyday and the days he did not have work, he spent as much time as possible working on personal projects. He practically lived in the studio must of the time.
In his room, Harry took a step back to admire his make shift studio. It was not much, but it was better than nothing. Harry doubted he would have had this much privacy back in Gryffindor.
Glancing at his clock – on he made over the summer – Harry found that it was close to lunch and decided that it would be best to eat and get to know his new House a bit. Harry adorned his new House robes and left his room.
As he was closing his room, Harry found a parchment magically attached to the outside of it, which fell into Harry's hand when the door was shut. Curious, Harry stood in the middle of the hallway and read the small letter.
Mr. Potter,
As you are new to this House, you should be aware of a few rules:
No magical locking spells on any doors
No pranks within Slytherin walls
No Bringing Gryffindors into Slytherin
No giving out Slytherin Passwords
You must attend all House meetings
Everything said/done in Slytherin, stays in Slytherin
I expect to see you at our first meeting. You should be escorted there by a fellow classmate. Your rank shall be decided by your House.
Head of House
Harry reread the note a few times trying to memorize the 'rules'. Unknown to him, one Draco Malfoy was approaching him from behind.
"Hello Potter." Harry turned to find Draco casually standing next to him. "Come on, you don't wish to make us late, do you?"
The other boy was puzzled by the Prince of Slytherin and Draco had to smirk at the cute, scrunched up face he made.
"Late for what, Draco?"
Draco mentally faulted. 'Draco'? He said 'Draco'? Does this mean I should call him 'Harry'? "House meeting. Follow me." What to call him?
Harry simply nodded, stuffed the piece of parchment in his robes, and silently let Draco lead the way.
What do I do? Should I call him 'Harry'? Or Potter? What would he think if I did? What to do?
While Draco fretted over his … musings, Harry was trotting along behind him taking in his new surroundings and humming his muggle tunes.
After following Draco through an odd-looking door in the Slytherin Common Room, Harry found himself sitting to Draco's left in what Harry could have sworn was a throne room. One large throne was by itself on a dais, but there were many more to the left and right of it. Harry was sitting in one of the smaller thrones directly to the left of the dais.
The thrones come out from the sides of the dais in a straight line, with simple seats curving to bring the two sections together. There, Harry saw the younger Slytherins chatting to each other and some even glancing at the throne sections in envy.
The floor in the middle of all the seating was of what Harry believed to be made of naturally reflecting crystal. He had worked with the material before, during the summer, and found it very versatile.
Looking, Harry found that the reflecting floor was the lowest point in the room with all the seats rising at a slight angle away from it. Students from the older years were flowing into the small thrones in small packs and Harry was able to see al their faces above the seat(s) in front of them.
The chatter built up. It did not stop when the Head of Slytherin, Professor Snape, entered. It was another five minutes before a loud gong sounded and everyone went silent.
Snape stood before the mass of students, his back to the large throne, and greeted his students. "Welcome to another year pf Hogwarts. All first years, have by now, read through their Slytherin Survival hand book." A fraction of little heads bobbed up and down. "This year is going to be different from previous years. You have been warned."
Harry noted the shiver that went down his spine. Saying the year was going to be different was an understatement for Harry.
"An extra seat has been added to the table of nobles." Snape spoke with a 'no question' authoritative voice. "As of the end of this year, the 'Prince' will be graduating and a new head figure must be chosen and trained. That will be the topic of discussion for the nobles in their meeting later." Another fraction of heads nodded, including Draco's. Harry sat still, unsure of what the professor was saying.
"All passage ways will be open this year, so I expect everyone to be on time to their classes." Snape paused to pointedly glare at a few select students with sheepish grins. "The floor is now open to debate." Snape fell gracefully backward into his chair – throne – and the air filled with murmuring.
"Any one?" Snape's hard gaze roamed over the crowd. "Very well. Free discussion is open."
The students began to chatter loudly again. Harry was so engrossed with observing them, his heart nearly stopped when he felt a hand fall upon his arm. Eyes following the length of the arm the foreign hand was attached to brought Harry into his current situation: starring wide-eyed at his new Head of House who was speaking to him… as an equal.
"…lead you to the nobles meetings. Besides that, I now expect you to stop hiding behind your 'I-am-too-stupid-and-can-barely-pass-my-classes' thing you have going on. I've been in your mind and I know you are much smarted than you let on."
Harry blinked a few times before nodding in understanding. Draco placed his hand on a shocked Harry's shoulder while addressing his god-father. "I'll do it, Sev."
Snape shook his head. "You need to train the new high noble in his duties as Protector. That with everything else will take up too much of your time."
"Yes, but as I am no longer to be Seeker, I will have the extra time."
Snape seemed to contemplate Draco's words. Harry was too confused to speak up. He was feeling a little left out of the conversation.
"Very well," Snape conceded.
Draco gave Harry's arm a slight squeeze before he stood up. In a loud voice – to make sure he was heard over all the noise – Draco 'dismissed' the 'nobles'.
"Nobles may go to breakfast. No one is to leave the campus this day. All nobles are expected with their partners to be available today. We meet in the Gathering Room after lunch."
Many of the older students sitting in the thrones promptly got up and left through various doors. It was the first time Harry noticed them.
Draco turned to leave, but stopped to look at Harry. The boy just sat in his seat not knowing what he was to do – it seemed to be happening quite a bit.
"Are you coming?"
Harry stared blankly at Draco. Snape was already engaged in a conversation with another student.
"Harry?" Draco waved a hand in front of the boy's face. "Hello?" When he had Harry's attention, he continued. "I'm hungry and considering that you weren't there at breakfast," Harry saw Draco involuntarily shudder. "You should be hungry too."
Harry nodded and began to follow Draco about again. Draco was arguing with himself. Mentally.
Now you've done it! You just had to go and call him Harry, didn't you?
Go away!
I can't. I am you. Therefore, where you go, I go. I can't leave.
Bah-humbug!
Don't humbug me! And stick to the subject!
What subject?
Harry! What other subject is there?
Potter? What about him?
Don't say Potter! His name is Harry.
Weren't you just badgering me about calling him Harry?
I'm fickle.
Fickle?
Yes. Pause. What were we talking about?
Harry. Or Potter, depending on how you look at it.
Ah, yes. Harry.
Harry.
Yes. Right.
Silence.
You called him that, you know.
I did not call him That.
Yes you did.
No, I did not.
Why do you lie to me? It just means that you're lying to yourself! Denial!
I. Did. Not. Call. Him. That.
Alright, alright. What did you all him then?
Harry.
That's what I said!
No you didn't.
Yes I did!
No.
Yes!
Nope.
Grr!
You said 'That'. I said 'Harry'. There is a difference.
Silence.
Hello?
Silence.
The voice was gone. Draco did his happy dance in his head. Just in time too. He and Harry were now standing before the doors to the great hall.
"Ready?"
Harry's searching eyes roamed over Draco's face. After a moment, Harry closed his eyes with a sigh. "I'll have to be."
Draco stopped Harry from opening the doors. "No, Harry. We are not going in there until you are ready to face them."
Harry did not have to ask who 'they' are. He had a pretty good idea. "Thanks, but you were right." Draco tilted his head in a silent question. "I am hungry."
Draco broke out into a small fit of giggles. Harry soon joined him.
"Ok, ok." Draco took a deep breath. "Are you sure you're ready?"
Harry gave Draco a sly look. "As long as you keep calling me Harry." Before Draco could respond, Harry dragged him into the Great Hall.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee:insane giggles: Wow! Finally! That chapter was annoying… I like the next one better:winks: That one was a lot of fun! I hoped you enjoyed it!
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