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OTP Challenge: Torn

Chapter 3: Leaving his Mark

He had been torn when Harry had been sorted into Slytherin with him.

He had not known if he should talk to the other boy or ignore him as Harry had been doing to him during the entire Sorting. He had been contemplating the benefits of either option throughout the entire feast.

He noticed that Harry was just as silent as he was. Harry looked deep in thought and only murmured a few words whenever he was spoken to. The other Slytherins left Harry alone for the most part, as they did with him.

His hand had been forced though when they entered the Common Room and had been faced with the hostility of the purebloods in their house.

"Look at this, you two must be the luckiest mudbloods in the entire school to be Sorted into the Noble House of Salazar Slytherin," a boy that looked to be around Sixth Year mocked them as soon as they walked in.

Tom's hands clenched. He did not truly understand what "mudblood" meant but he could tell that it was something unpleasant by the way the older boy had said it and the slight curl of his lip. Tom calmed down slightly when he noticed that Harry hadn't reacted to the taunt. The other boy barely looked like he had been paying attention to the other boy at all as he stood between the door and the bookshelf.

The sixth year snarled and grabbed Harry's collar to get Harry to face him and pay attention to him. Tom tensed slightly, not knowing what exactly he would be able to do to the sixth year to help but wanting to try nonetheless if something happened.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you mudblood!" The boys grey eyes were furious as Harry's gaze finally landed on him.

"Don't touch me," Harry said softly. Tom was startled by the dangerous quality his voice carried.

"Oh, I'm so scared. What you gonna do mudblood?" the boy mocked, still not letting go of Harry's robes.

Tom saw Harry's eyes narrow slightly.

The bookshelf next to them fell over as if by some freak accident, completely missing Harry as it landed straight onto the sixth year boy, knocking him out cold.

The Common Room turned silent as Harry walked into the dorms.

Tom was torn between following him and watching the disaster Harry had managed to leave behind on his very first night.