Sorry, it's been quite a while, but here's the next chapter!
I don't own Harry Potter.
Before anyone says anything about it- because this is my story, the Triwizard Tournament wasn't announced until their third month in. So, they still think there is a House Cup, and there is sill Quidditch. For at least another month at least.
Severus sighed, sitting down in his chair. He looked up at Draco with tired eyes and began to answer his questions.
"Harry is fine. I talked to him; I comforted him; Harry is sleeping on my bed. I made sure he knew that everything was alright."
Draco narrowed his steel grey eyes. "You better of."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Yes, sir."
The older man then felt a vibrating sensation in his pocket. He stood up, pushing his chair back in. He began to walk out the door, and noticing Draco was still standing there, he motioned for him to follow.
"What are you doing waiting there? Harry is waking up."
Harry's eyes blinked open and he jolted up, startled. Where was he? Black bed, black sheets, green walls... This was not his room. He then jumped at the sound of a man's voice.
"Hello, Harry. You've finally woken up, I see," Severus remarked, staring down at the petite boy. Draco stood awkwardly next to him. Harry looked up at the two of them and pursed him eyebrows. What was he doing...
Oh, right! Severus had comforted him when he was crying! But that didn't really explain Draco... Hold on... Didn't he say that Draco wanted to be his friend? This was all so confusing...
Harry stared up in confusion at the two Slytherins, waiting for either of the two to say something. Severus broke the silence.
"You're doing better than you were before, I presume?"
Harry nodded, still not making a sound. He still didn't trust the two men very well...
"You may talk, you are aware of that, correct?" Snape asked, looking at the small man. Maybe he wasn't comfortable... They were definitely going too fast. Harry simply stared at him.
"Okay, we're going too fast. How about this. How about we introduce ourselves. It'll be a fresh start for all of us," Severus remarked, placing his hands together.
Harry nodded, as did Draco. That was better.
"Alright then. My name is Severus Snape. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Draco Malfoy. It's a pleasure."
Harry finally spoke, "My name is Harry. Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you."
From then on, Draco and Harry formed quite a nice friendship. Some would even say they were best friends. They did everything together, and they had Severus as a mentor.
Yet, Harry never imagined that either of the two Slytherins liked him more than they let on. And for the time being, the two Slytherins were fine with that. They just wanted Harry to be comfortable around them, so they could slowly gain Harry's trust. And if it became more than that- then that would be great. But for now, friendship was more than enough.
At the Great Hall, Harry and Draco ate at the Slytherin table, as Harry had been somewhat banned from the Gryffindor table. The Gryffindors didn't want him, and the Slytherins welcomed him with open arms. They weren't as cold-blooded as everyone let on. They were actually pretty nice people. When they wanted to be of course.
Harry was like an angel to all of them. He was innocent, and very nice. Most of the Slytherins wondered why the Gryffindors would ever hate someone this amazing. Why should being gay be a stopper? Being gay was fine with them.
As Harry and Draco ate treacle tart, they chattered on about Quidditch, and who they thought would win the House Cup this year.
"I think Slytherin will win this year," Draco remarked, gracefully putting the spoon full of tart in his mouth. He stared happily at Harry as they smaller boy replied.
"I think so, too. Ever since Gryffindor started hating me, and they kicked me off the Quidditch team, they haven't been doing too well. You know, I kind of wish I had let the Sorting Hat place me in Slytherin."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Let him place you in Slytherin? You had a choice?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. I asked to be placed in Gryffindor, since I believed that was the best place."
Draco's eyes brightened. "Well, maybe you still can be placed in Slytherin!"
Harry stopped eating and looked up at the taller boy curiously. "What do you mean?"
"Maybe we can go to the Headmaster, explain what's going on, and get the Hat to re-sort you!"
Harry's eyes brightened. "That's a great idea!"
The Headmaster of Hogwarts stared at the two young boys in front of him. The situation was something odd, he'll tell you that, but not odd enough that he wouldn't not honor their request.
Dumbledore smiled at the two boys. "I'll let the Hat re-sort young Harry. But you may only do it this one last time. And only if you think this will benefit the greater good."
The two boys nodded happily, and Dumbledore stood to retrieve the hat. Once he got the hat, he placed it upon Harry's head, and the Dumbledore and Draco waited in anticipation.
'What have we got here? Young Harry Potter again? What do you need from me? Oh... You want to be re-sorted? Let's see the reasons... Hmm.. Oh, yes. These were the things I worried about when I first went to place you. But you were so adamant on Gryffindor! You regret that now, don't you? Well, I suppose it is time you were put in your true house, isn't it, young Potter? Do great things, Potter.'
"Slytherin!"
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