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Chapter 3

Once Harry had bid Percy goodbye, he was dreamily walking back to the Gryffindor Dorms, ignoring the strange looks people shoot at him. It was around noon and Hermione and Ron must've been annoyed. He strolled into the common rooms, immediately hearing yells erupt from the duo's mouth.

"HARRY, WHERE WERE YOU?"

"Mate, we thought You-Know-Who got you!"

"YOU MISSED CLASS ALL DAY!" Harry raised his arms in surrender, quivering under Hermione's glare.

"Whoa, Hermione, I had a good reason, I swear! Merlin, you people are nuts…" Hermione nudged Harry to one of the plush chairs. Ron was on the second red velvet one and Hermione sat cross-legged on the carpet, occupying her hands with a book. They sat around the flickering fire, glancing at Harry's expression. Hermione put her book down, dog earing the page.

"Who's the guy, Harry?" Hermione asked. Ron sputtered, wiping his mouth afterwards.

"Guy? You mean girl, eh-heh, right H-Harry?" Ron looked at Harry as if what he said chose his fate.

"Um, no, Hermione's right, it's a guy…" Ron's eye twitched. Harry leant forward. "You don't have a problem 'bout that, do you Ron?" Ron shook his red head.

"You really didn't notice?" Hermine mused. Ron placed his freckled face in his pale fingers. A muffled 'no' escaped the boy.

"So, you didn't notice Harry goggle at some of the seventh-year boys or never glance at a girl with-" Hermione gestured to Harry's expression. "-that look?"

Ron shook his head. Suddenly, someone plopped them self into Harry's lap, and another someone stood over Ron.

"What did I just hear?" The tall red head twin grinned at Harry. The second twin took a peep at Ron's burning face.

"Why you so-"

"-worked up Ron?"

"You know-"

"-you live-"

"-with queers?" Fred finished, giving him a Cheshire smirk when Ron just gaped at him.

"W-Who?" Fred mock counted his digits, looking at Ron.

"Mmm, me and Fourge, Percy, oh! And I think Charlie is bent too," Ron bolted, heading for the boy's dormitories.

"Mmm, anyways, got to be going, testing some new items," Gred winked at Harry before rushing out with his double, not before winking at Harry- again.

Hermione shuffled up to Harry.

"So, who was it?" Harry sighed. The dreamy look plastered to his face.

"A boy named Percy."

"Percy? I've never heard of a Percy in our school…"

"He's not in our school! I found him this morning." Harry continued to recount the episode when Ron came back into the common room, looking paler than usual.

"Okay, don't tell me you like Malfoy or something because I bloody kill you,"

OOO

Percy

Sorted?

What the duck was that?

Excuse me for the cussing but what?

I had just been introduced to a magic school called Pigpimples by an old man with a chill beard and a frigging boy that looks like me. Come one, I didn't see it coming!

When Dumbledude had brought Percy into his office, his eyes budged. The walls were littered with shelves, covered in strange objects like horns and brass swirly stuff. And a phoenix.

God damn was this room legit.

Dumbledude moved over to his, apparently, desk and sat down slowly. The Phoenix cawed and ruffled its shimmering feathers on the perch.

"Now. Sit here and wait for a second," Percy obediently sat down on the ornate chair, observing the room. Suddenly, Dumbledude waltzed back into the room, holding an old, patched up hat. It had folds that resembled a mouth and forehead, obviously worn out with strings poking out and dust on its head.

"This hat will sort you,"

"How?"

Percy was genuinely confused. Dumbledude already explained the concept of sorting, four houses, four colours, rivalry, and yadda yadda.

"Hello young man," The hat piped up. Percy gasped, dramatically.

"I-It talks?"

"May I sing the song, Albus?" Dumbledude sighed and nodded.

"Listen please, this is going to be long as well, no use angering the sorting hat," It coughed, pretending to clear its throat because clearly, it didn't have one.

"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the self-same yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
the whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those who's
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor,
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But the discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with duelling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
were whittled down to three
have the Houses been united
and they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfil my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you..
Let the sorting now begin,"

"Yes, marvellous, now up you go," Dumbledude gently placed the rag onto Percy's head, shielding his vision.

Hello, you seem interesting.

So do you.

Yes yes, anyways, let's see here…

Suddenly, Percy felt a tug in his mind, as if the hat was looking through files of him only he had the key too.

What-, are you looking through my old memories?

Very interesting, they are.

Can you tell me?

Merlin, I couldn't if I tried, plus, it's all in the fun. Fate has something for you, and Lady Hecate

That name…Hecate… Goddess of cross roads and choices, right?

Ah, yes, but also of magic.

Cool…

Now, the matter of your house…

Could I be with Harry? He's the only person I kind of know..?

Tut tut tut let's see. The houses are based on personality…

Ravenclaw the creative and smart,

Hufflepuff the kind and loyal,

Slytherin, the ambitious and cunning,

And Harry's house, Gryffindor, house of the brave and determined.

Definitely not Ravenclaw.

No, not at all, you have loyalty, that's true, mhm, cunning and brave. You are a hard choice young man…

So…?

Not Gryffindor, that's it, too many people are biased everyone is good in there… you are almost as interesting as that boy, Taco? Anyways, either Slytherin or Hufflepuff.

Dunno.

Eeny Minnie minny, mo-

Are you serious…?

Well, you'd do well in either, really.

Mm mm okay…

SLYTHERIN IT IS

Alrightee, then.

Dumbledude pulled the hat from his head, leaving his hair more ruffled than usual.

"Looks like you'll be sleeping in the dungeons,"

"WHAT?"

OOO

Draco

He hadn't expected gaining an extra roommate during the middle of the night. Draco was reading up on potions for his Godfather, since he was the potions teacher, and casually flipped through the yellow pages. The book used to belong to his Godfather, but he had given it to Draco.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the common room's doors. Being the only one awake at the time of night, he groggily walked up to the door and peeped through the eye hole. Dumbledore and a new boy were standing there, chatting. Draco pressed his head against the wood.

"-they don't like me?"

"Well, try to make a good first impression, hmm?"

"Yeah, I guess so,"

Draco swung the door open, startling the new boy. He was tanned, perfectly tanned and his dark hair was ruffled. His eyes were a startling sea-green and he was obviously Greek.

Draco felt his stomach flutter, but ignored it, placing his Malfoy façade on with an expression of disinterest. He gestured to the boy.

"Um, who's this?"

"Your new roommate."

Draco's eyes widened.

"He's a Slytherin?" The boy nodded before holding out his hand and gave Draco a charming smile.

"I'm Percy, I hope we can get to know each other better, if you're not a brat, of course,"

Draco clasped his pale hand on Percy's firm one, shaking.

"Depends on your definition of brat," Draco chuckled, before quickly hiding it with a cold expression.

"Come in,"

The room was dark and dreary, having dark green curtains covering the windows that showed a first-person view of the lake. Some ornate spruce doors led to the dorms and all the furniture was old and delicate looking.

"This is the Slytherin common room, have a good time adjusting and by the way, we're directly under the Black Lake,"

Draco sauntered off to a plush armchair, pulling out a book to read. Percy observed his surroundings. The place was dark and cold, giving Percy cold waves o' feelings. He shivered. Draco must've seen his uncomfortability and gestured him over. He pulled out a thick folded blanket and pasted it to Percy.

"I get cold here sometimes too," Percy smiled at Draco.

"Thanks," He wrapped the warm covers around his swimmer's build, not noticing Draco look at a little area of exposed skin that showed as he shuffled around.

"No problem,"

"Is everyone here as nice as you?" Draco shook his head.

"Nope, only maybe Blaise and Pansy but everyone here won't be as open-minded."

Percy tilted his head.

"Why is that?"

"Our house is hated by the other ones-" Draco flipped a yellow page. "-especially Gryffindor,"

Percy nodded.

"Alright."

Draco and Percy sat in silence for the remainder of the night before the new boy dozed off. Draco heaved Percy up and sauntered off to the boy's dorms and gently placed Percy into the green covers of his new room. Draco got up after admiring the boy and went into his bed.