CHAPTER II
Harry didn't see Draco again until the were lead to wait behind the doors of Great Hall by a dignified woman, who had introduces herself as Professor McGonagall. The boy found her rather likeable. After she left, Harry finally spotted Draco in the mass of eleven-year-old students.
"Took you long enough to get here, Potter!" There were some low whispers and a few eyes turned to Harry's forehead, searching for his famous scar. "Say, are you familiar with Crabbe and Goyle?" Draco nodded towards his two mates, who had been in the compartment with Harry and Draco earlier. "Well, this is Crabbe and this Goyle," he made two lazy hand-gestures to clarify which boy was which and continued talking, making it clear that he wasn't expecting Harry to reply, "Which house do you want to get in?" Harry looked a little alarmed.
"Which house? Is there any difference between the four of them then?"
Draco sighed heavily, rolled his eyes again and dismissed Harry's question, simply advising him to be in Slytherin and he should be fine.
"Slytherin?" a red-haired boy, who had been standing near to them, talking with another young student, had turned around and was now facing Draco and Harry. "Why would anyone want to go to Slytherin? There isn't a single dark wizard who wasn't a Slytherin!"
He was interrupted by a small girl with bushy hair, who pointed out that there had, in fact, been dark wizards from other houses as well, earning herself furious glares from both the red-haired boy and Draco Malfoy.
"Who asked for your opinion, Weasley?" the fair-haired boy's lips turned once again into a malicious smirk. "My father has told me all about you and that pathetic loser you call your father!" Draco shut up suddenly as Professor McGonagall entered the hallway again.
Harry was torn between feeling sorry for the red-headed boy and giving his full loyalty to the boy, who had claimed himself as his friend. What was more, mysterious Mr. Malfoy was starting to seem more authoritative every time he was mentioned. Powerful man, who knew everything about everybody. However, Harry felt bad for the way Draco had referred to the other boy's father as a pathetic loser. He was sure it wasn't the boy's fault that his father was a repulsive wrong-doer or whatever it was that made him look bad in the eyes of Mr. Malfoy.
As they walked into Great Hall, Harry heard many gasps and dreamy sighs coming from his future-classmates. The hall did look magnificent, but he was too worried about the oncoming sorting to pay attention to the starry night-sky that replaced the ceiling or floating candles or four long tables that were all full of cheerful older students.
One by one, first years were called out in alphabetical order and one by one they left to sit by one of the four tables with the rest of their house. Crabbe and Goyle had both been in Slytherin, the bushy-haired girl, whose name turned out to be Hermione Granger, and the odd boy, who kept petting his toad named Trevor and had shared a boat with Harry as they had sailed over the Black Lake, had been in Gryffindor. Unsurprisingly, Sorting Hat loudly declared "Slytherin" after barely touching Draco Malfoy's fair hair and the boy sent Harry a sly smile as he walked to one of the tables.
Soon it was Harry's turn. Great Hall fell silent as soon as Professor McGonagall announced his name. He still hadn't decided on which house he would like to be in, but the red-haired boy's words about dark wizards and Slytherins still ringed in the back of his mind. One certain evil wizard had killed both of his parents. As he stepped up the stairs, he made up his mind. Draco Malfoy may be his friend, but he did not want to be a part of the Slytherin house.
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