Author's Note: Wow, thanks! I'll try and make this daily. This is a short chapter, apologies. Next chapter will most likely be significantly longer. Sorry for the delay. I would've wrote this morning but I couldn't. I don't own anything.
The Slytherin first years followed a prefect through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and down a marble staircase, into the dungeons. Harry's legs were like lead again, but only because he was so tired and full of food. They went down staircases until finally, they stopped in-front of a wall with a small doorway, but blocked. The prefect then told the wall a password. The door slid open and they went in.
"Welcome to Slytherin," said the prefect that lead them down, "My name is Gemma Farley. I'm a Slytherin Prefect. Oh, before I forget," she added, pulling out her wand. She gave it a quick flick at the first years. Harry looked down and was surprised that suddenly his uniform had turned green and silver.
"There are a few things you should know about this house before the term. Most of the other houses and professors will not trust you. Slytherin is infamous for producing dark wizards and everyone thinks we're evil. That's not true. We've all got similar attributes that other students don't trust."
"Quite right, Miss Farley, thank you," came a voice from behind the First Years. Harry turned to see Professor Snape, the head of house.
"I am Professor Snape, for any of you that don't know. I am your head of house for the remainder of your time at Hogwarts." Snape looked over all of them. Harry noticed Snape was looking at him a second longer than anyone else.
"Whilst in Slytherin, you will be expected to maintain the highest standard. Losing house points for Slytherin is not tolerated. If you lose more than twenty in one go, or lose twenty house points in the frame of a week, you will be in detention with me," said Snape in a silky voice, "Make sure it doesn't happen." Snape nodded at Gemma.
"Thank you, sir. First years, your dormitory will be at the bottom of the staircases. Boys on the left, girls on the right. Get to bed quickly, you must not be late for your first lesson. Good night." Gemma nodded at them and proceeded down the right staircase to her dormitory.
As Harry entered his dormitory, he noticed that his trunk had been unpacked. His bed was the furthest from the door. As he was getting changed into nightclothes, his fellow first years came in, lead by Malfoy.
"Ah, hello Potter," he said, moving to his bed and getting changed, "I didn't say this down at the feast, but I honestly didn't think you'd get into Slytherin. I thought almost for certain you'd be a Gryffindor."
"Believe me Malfoy, I didn't think I'd be a Slytherin either," Harry told him, "but I can't change house so I'm stuck here for the rest of Hogwarts."
Malfoy smirked. "You really think being a Slytherin is bad? You'll soon get use to it, Potter. Until you do, I think that we should be civil to each other, don't you?"
Harry got into bed. "Fine," he said, "but not best friends, alright?"
Malfoy looked at Harry. "Deal," he said, "but I think you'll find we'll be good friends by the end of the year."
Harry said nothing as he closed his green curtains around his bed. When he collapsed into bed, his mind was elsewhere. He wondered why he was sorted into Slytherin. He couldn't of had the same attributes as Malfoy, could he? He also hated Ron for suddenly seeming to hate him after his sorting. It wasn't his fault he was sorted into Slytherin, was it?
As he fell asleep, he planned what he was going to say to Ron the next day.