I apologize for those of you who wanted more action in the last chapter. I just need to get them settled. There may be some emotional fighting in this chapter. God, that was phrased awkwardly.. I'm so happy! Sorry. I just passed math and Band! (To self) Calm down… Now on with the story!

Harry walked slowly walked up to the stool. Looking past McGonagall's stern face and up to the Head Table he saw his godfather, Sirius looking at him expectantly. He gulped and looked at the stool that was getting closer and closer. Eventually he was right beside it and he sat down as if it was going to sentence him to his doom.

'Hello, Harry Potter.' Something whispered in his ear and he quickly admonished himself for jumping like an excited bunny.

'Er. Hi.' He tried feeling very foolish.

'Lets see. Interesting… Very interesting.' Harry felt the uncomfortable sensation of something poking around in his head. He soon realized a few seconds later that that was actually what was happening. 'You have plenty of courage and would do well in Gryffindor. Yet there is this streak of cunningness. Lots of ambition as well. Slytherin is the place for you.' The voice left Harry's head and soon he heard the hat shout "SLYTHERIN" to the awaiting crowd. He sat there shocked.

"Mr. Potter, others are awaiting their turn to be sorted. If you would please go to your house table." The thin-lipped Professor said as she took the battered hat off of his head. Harry slipped off of the stool and headed to the green laden table that was clapped politely. As he got there he heard many whispers.

"How did a Potter get into Slytherin?"

"I bet he is going to work for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named if he's not already."

"Probably."

He took a seat next to Draco who was looking very excited. "You got into Slytherin with me!" Harry nodded mutely and looked up at the Head Table and winced. His godfather was there, glaring at him, his eyes full of steely hate.

"My Godfather isn't to happy about it." Harry said gesturing to the table at the back of the room. Someone leaned in.

"Your godfather is the new DADA teacher?" Harry nodded while Draco looked confused.

"DADA?" He asked Harry, his forehead crinkling in confusion.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry explained over clapping as a person got sorted into Hufflepuff. "Shouldn't you have already known that?"

"We Malfoys try to put ourselves above petty slang and abbreviations. At least that is what my father says." Draco said with an air of superiority while Harry looked amused. The two friends talked for a bit longer and stopped when Dumbledore stood up.

"Before you begin to eat I have a few introductions to make. Professor McGonagall has decided to take the year off and catch up on her Deputy Headmistress duties. The position of Transfiguration has been filled temporarily by James Potter." Harry looked quickly around for his father but didn't spot him. "He was not able to be present for the opening feast but you will see him in classes tomorrow. Yet again we were in the need of a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but luckily the post has been filled by none other than Sirius Black." The Hall was filled with clapping as Sirius stood up and looked determinedly away from the Slytherin Table, and gave a jovial wave. "Mr. Filch has asked me to inform you that…" Harry tuned it out and turned to Draco.

"My father is going to be the Transfiguration Professor?" Draco nodded. "God save us all." Draco looked at him curiously. "Father doesn't really," Harry winced "care about rules. He will probably also tend to favor the Gryffindors." Draco snorted. "You will see." Harry warned him.

A few minutes later everyone was digging into the food around them except for the aristocrats who were eating politely and watching everyone else eat with disdain. Soon the dishes were cleared away and Dumbledore stood up again. "Good night." He said joyfully. There was a swishing of cloaks as the students got up to follow the Prefects to their dorms. The Gryffindors Harry dully noted were gathering around a tall pompous looking red head with horn-rimmed glasses. The Slytherins though were gathering around a tall figure with light blue slanted eyes. Both Harry and Draco headed towards him but Sirius Black interrupted them.

"Harry." He sneered his eyes full of betrayal "What are you doing in the snakes house?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I would assume that is because the sorting hat placed me there." Draco sniggered softly behind his hand.

Sirius seemed at a lost of what to say. "The hat must have made a mistake because there is no way the son of James would be in Slytherin." He spat out the last word. Harry bit his lip. He had known this was coming every since the sorting hat placed him in the serpent house but it still hurt. Draco, seeing that Harry was troubled decided to intervene.

"Not to interrupt, Professor, but Harry and I need to get to our common room." Sirius glared.

"Now you are on a first name basis with Malfoys, Harry? I didn't think you could sink any lower." He looked as if he had eaten something rotten and stalked away, presumably to tell James Potter that his son had been placed in Slytherin.

Harry looked at Draco appreciatively. "Thanks Draco." He said softly. The blonde felt some warmth rising to his cheeks and coughed slightly to cover it up.

"We should follow the rest of the Slytherins, seeing as we don't know the password." Draco said walking to the front hall where a black robe with green trimming just swished out of view. Harry soon followed him.

They went down several damp passageways until they got to a blank wall. The Prefect said in a slightly accented voice. "Caput Draconis." The wall groaned and slid over revealing the Slytherin common room. The common room had a low ceiling and the sofas and lamps were a greenish color. They filed in, filling the room with students anxious to get to bed. The older students pushed their way past the first years, either to get the best spot to go over their homework or to go to their dorm room.

"Boys, your dorm is through these doors." The Prefect sneered at them. "Girls, through this door."

Harry and Draco headed through the door on the right to their dorm. Harry, suddenly tired, flopped down on the bed nearest the door. Draco sat lightly on it. "You are on my bed, Harry."

Harry waved him off. "Suffer. You can sleep in my bed." The next instant he was asleep. Draco sighed, gently took off Harry's glasses, folded them, and put them on his nightstand. He then took off Harry's shoes and put them by his own trunk. Pulling the dark green blanket up over Harry, he was shocked at himself. He had never done anything like that before for anyone. Yet here he was doing it for someone he had just met. He then yawned, also tired, and decided to go to bed. After he changed he went to Harry's bed, slipped in between the covers and was asleep within minutes.

The next morning Draco awoke before anyone else. He quickly took a shower and got dressed. When he looked at Harry he blushed, remembering what he had done for the pale boy the previous night. He was still puzzled over the fact that he had done that but decided to shrug it off. Walking out of the dorm he noticed the prefect from last night walking over to him.

"Would you wake up the rest of the first years? Breakfast is about to start." Draco nodded and walked back into the dorm. Noticing that the rest of the beds had been vacated he walked over to his bed where Harry was sleeping.

"Harry. Time to get up." He said loudly. Harry just rolled over. Resigning himself to his fate he walked over and poked Harry hard in the stomach. Draco was soon lying flat on his back while Harry was sitting up rubbing his head and looking around blearily. He moved his hand over to the nightstand he picked up his glasses and put them on. Looking down at the ground he noticed a scowling Draco.

"If getting hit is the thanks I get for waking you up, forget it. I'm not going to do it anymore." Harry blinked at him.

"Why did you wake me up? It can't be that early there isn't enough light for it."

"Idiot. It is 8 in the morning. There is no sunlight because, since you seem not to have noticed, we are in a room under the lack so there are no windows for the sun to come in." Harry blushed. "Anyways, it is time for breakfast." Harry left the room while Draco went to Breakfast.

Draco was halfway through breakfast when Harry sat next to him. "We should be getting our time tables soon." He gestured to the Heads of Houses that were just getting up. "You also might want to eat quickly because our first lesson starts in half an hour and for all we know it may be on the other side of the school."

A greasy haired man with a hooked nose was soon standing in front of them. "Draco. Mr. Potter." He handed them their schedules. Harry paled as he looked his over.

"We have my father first thing today. Then Sirius. Could this day get any worse?"

"Yes. We have all of those classes with the Gryffindors. Meaning with the precious boy-who-lived." Draco sneered. At that moment the morning mail came. The both looked up as the Malfoy's Eagle Owl, and the Potter's snowy white one flew over. Draco opened his package to find a supply of sweats. Harry opened the first letter.

'Dear Harry,

How are you dear? Sirius and your father informed me last night that you were sorted into Slytherin. Chrissy and I don't mind although your father and godfather may be upset I am sure that they will get over it. Chrissy can't wait until you send her a letter replying to her. She now also wants to be in Slytherin. What is James going to say?

With love,

Lily Potter

Your mother'

Harry was glad that his mother did not blame him for being in Slytherin, although now he realized he should of expected it as his mother was more open minded than her husband and his best friend. The next letter was from Chrissy.

'Dear Harry,

Dad says that you got sorted into Slytherin. You should have seen him! He looked so angry! Mum calmed him down and talked some sense into him. I want to be in Slytherin to! I'm not sure I could deal with Uncle Padfoot and Dad being angry with me though. Mr. Olivander mailed me about our wands. He said he would also send a letter to you explaining it. Whatever explaining means.

With love,

Chrissy'

Harry blinked. Mr. Olivander had finally decided to tell them about their wands? Took him long enough. He placed the other letters aside and picked up the last one.

Dear Mr. Potter,

A few weeks ago you dropped by my shop and acquired one of the founder's wands while your sister got another. I have gone back to my ancestors notes and found that until all of the founder's heirs reached the age of 14 it would be impossible to tell which person was the heir of the different founders. The notes said that two other ways to tell who the heirs are which wand they pick up when they first see the wands and which house they get sorted into when they go to Hogwarts. Neither way is completely foolproof as you picked up Hufflepuff's wand but got sorted into Slytherin. When all four of the Heirs acquire their wands I will tell you the rest of the information I found.

Until then,

Olivander

Harry stared. There was a chance that he was either the heir of Hufflepuff or Slytherin. Personally he hoped the former, as he was sure his father would disown him if he was the heir of Salazar Slytherin. He looked over at Draco and noticed him looking curiously at him.

"Why did you get a letter from Mr. Olivander?"

"My sister and I found wands that were unusual and he wanted to send me some further information about it." Harry said, giving only some of the details to Draco until he was sure he could completely trust him.

"Your sister? Is she here?" He craned his neck, looking around the Great Hall for someone who looked like Harry.

"Chrissy. She isn't here because she won't be accepted for a few more years at the very least." Harry said while looking at Draco like he was insane.

"How old is she?" Draco asked, rubbing his neck.

"Seven. Even though she doesn't look like it. She looks more like a four year old." Harry said.

Ron Weasley passed by at that moment and heard about Chrissy. "You mean there are more?" He sneered cruelly.

"More what?" Harry asked confused.

"Shrimps." The red head walked off.

"That wasn't very polite." Harry said feeling very self-conscious.

"It's all right Harry. Don't let him bother you." Harry looked at Draco and noted for the first time that he had to look up to see his face even though they were both sitting down.

"But it's true. I am the shortest one here." Harry frowned.

"Lets talk about this later. Right now though, we are about to be late to Transfiguration." Draco said pulling Harry up who quickly stuffed his letters into his bag. They walked at a reasonable pace, but neither had considered how long it would take to get to Transfiguration and they were five minutes late.

When they reached the classroom they saw James Potter standing at the front of the classroom talking about something. They opened the door and stepped in. James Potter smiled cruelly. " Late. Five points each from Slytherin. Take your seats Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter before I take more."

Harry winced and sat at the back of the room with Draco. "Wow, Harry. He looks just like you except that he has brown eyes and is taller." Draco observed amazed. Harry smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I got my mother's eyes. Chrissy got mum's hair and father's eyes."

"Another ten points from Slytherin for talking." Professor Potter snapped. Harry and Draco snapped their mouths shut and did not talk the rest of the lesson where Professor Potter explained a little bit about himself and about Transfiguration.

The Slytherin's were all glad when the bell rung. The Gryffindors though were excitedly talking about how good of a teacher Professor Potter was. Harry and Draco picked up their bags and headed to the next doom, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In the hallway on the way to DADA Draco spoke to Harry. "You weren't kidding about your father earlier."

Harry shook his head in amazement. "You thought I was? You know, I am going to hate Mondays very much after today. I expect DADA will be much like Transfiguration."

Draco snorted. "I bet all Slytherins are going to hate Monday after having to deal with Professor Potter." He looked at Harry again. "No offense but your dad doesn't just show favoritism for Gryffindor he hates Slytherins."

Harry glanced over at Draco. "None taken. Normally he is nice but when it comes to Slytherins… Ready for our next class?"

Draco shook his head. "Will I ever be? It's to late anyways." They were at the entrance to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. They saw a clock on the wall and quickly walked in before they were late and took their seats in the very back right corner of the room.

Sirius Black walked in a few minutes later with his glossy black hair. "Welcome to DADA!" He spoke directly to the Gryffindors, unlike James Potter he had decided just to ignore the Slytherins.

The lesson passed like the previous one and Draco asked Harry if the first days were always going to be this boring.

Harry shrugged and replied. "Probably. Any idea what our next lesson is?"

"Charms."

"Fun." Harry said sarcastically as the bell rung and they trouped off to Professor Flitwick's classroom.

It seemed fate had taken mercy on them and paired the Slytherins with the Ravenclaws. The duo arrived early for once and took a table where the only occupant was a girl with bushy brown hair.

As they had a few minutes before class would begin the girl decided to introduce herself. "I'm Hermione Granger. You are?"

I am leaving it there. To much to write in one day. I finally decided to introduce Hermione and what house she is in. Sorry if it is not to exciting but I was bored and not inspired at all. I did come up with the reason why Chrissy and Harry are heirs. You aren't going to find out for a while though. Probably not until the next time I stay home from school because I am sick. Anyways I know this is late but oh well. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!