POV SORTING HAT
Hmm.
Another Hatstall.
Once every fifty years or so.
Finally, I made my choice.
Gotta be… "SLYTHERIN!" I yelled.
END FLASHBACK
POV MINERVA MCGONAGALL
I was simply awaiting the call of, "GRYFFINDOR!" from the Hat, but it never came.
The Hat paused longer on this boy than it had on any other Weasley. Interesting.
The Hat started to open its… mouth, I guess you could say, but a determined look came across the boy's face.
It was not an attractive look.
The Hat paused.
Then, it opened its mouth again.
"SLYTHERIN!" it bellowed.
I froze.
Just when today couldn't get more surprising, it had.
A Weasley in Slytherin?
Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that.
And trust me, I've had some wild ones.
Let's just say it involved Mrs. Norris, my Animagus form, and a certain half-giant.
But still.
A Potter and a Weasley, both sorted into Slytherin?
Was the Hat ill?
Remind me to have Dumbledore ask Madam Pomfrey to look into that.
POV RON WEASLEY
"SLYTHERIN!" the Hat shouted.
"Yes!" I whispered.
My ludicrous plan had worked.
Slowly, I looked over to the Gryffindor table.
Fred and George's shocked faces peered back at me.
They looked at each other, as if confirming what they thought was happening really was.
But trust me, it was.
I still can't believe it worked.
I happily made my way over to the Slytherin table.
Harry saw me and waved.
He was smiling like the Chudley Cannons had just won the Quidditch World Cup.
Merlin, I wished that would happen.
Hey!
Wait a minute!
Merlin!
He was a Slytherin.
Ha.
Take that, Fred and George.
Not all Slytherins are bad.
I sat down next to Harry.
POV HARRY POTTER
I couldn't help it.
I squealed.
Did my ears deceive me?
Had my new best friend (if I do say so myself) just been sorted into my house?
Clearly he had, because he walked over and sat down by me.
I looked across the table.
Hey!
It was that whiny kid from Diagon Alley!
The one who had tried to form an army out of peacocks.
No wonder he wasn't a Ravenclaw.
"Hey Ron. Know that kid?" I asked, pointing discreetly at him.
"Nah, but he looks familiar," he responded.
"Met him in Diagon Alley. His mum was telling him that he couldn't form an army out of peacocks."
"Peacocks!" Ron coughed.
"He's got to be barking mad to try and form an army out of peacocks. Be sensible; try something like cats. A cat army. Wow! Now that's an idea!" he said.
"And that's why I'm friends with you," I laughed.
"What did you say his name was?" Ron asked.
"I didn't say. But it's Malfoy. Draco, I think."
"Malfoy?" he gasped.
Draco turned to look at us.
"Keep your voice down!" I hissed at Ron.
"Sorry," he said, blushing, and Draco turned back around.
"Why were you so surprised when I said Malfoy?" I asked.
"Long story," Ron said.
"Well, we've got time," I retorted.
"Not going to go into details; I don't know all of them. But his dad, a right ugly bloke, put my dad under the Imperius Curse."
"The Imper… what?" I asked.
A black girl next to me tossed her bushy hair over her shoulder and turned to face us.
"The Imperius Curse. One of the three Unforgivable Curses. The others are the Cruciatus Curse, also known as the Torture Curse, and-" she said, and then dropped her voice to a whisper, "Avada Kedavra-", changing her voice back to normal pitch, "the Killing Curse. The Imperius Curse gives the caster complete control of victim. I'm Hermione, by the way. Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you," she said.
Ron's eyes were wide.
He looked frozen.
"I… uh, yeah. What she said. The Malfoys, they're awful people," Ron finally said.
"If I were you, I wouldn't judge Draco by his last name. He's just an insecure, childish little boy who thinks he's much more important than he actually is. That's just my two cents," Hermione interjected.
"Two cents? What's that?" Ron asked, confused.
"Ah. I see," Hermione said.
"See what?"
"You are a pure-blood. 'That's my two cents' is a Muggle phrase. It mean that it's my opinion, or take on the subject. I'm Muggleborn."
Geez, she knows everything.
I didn't think anything of her blood status, but apparently Draco did.
"Muggleborn? In Slytherin?" he drawled.
"Salazar wouldn't want a Mudblood in his house."
"Don't use that word. Also, Draco, if you think blood status was the only important thing Mr. Slytherin, than you're in for a nasty surprise. Anyhow, I have more important things to do. Come along, Harry, Ron," Hermione said cooly, and walked away.
I looked at Ron, and then got up to follow her. Ron trailed after me. It was looking like today wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: Thank you so, so much for reading and review and simply being the awesome people that you are. Now that we are getting deeper into the story, I thought you might want to get to know me, the author, better (if you don't, you can just skip over this). So, here goes. I'm a witch from the United States, and I'm a Slytherin. If you want to tell me about yourselves, go for it, and if you don't, thanks for reading!
