Sorry it took so long to write another chapter. Work has kept me busy. Sorry I didn't clarify things better. Just because Harry has been blood adopted the name Harry potter still exists. NO Dumbledore doesn't know about it and he'd never approve. Thanks to all the reviews.
Harry and Ron ate the food in gusto although Harry had the feeling the headmaster was upset when Harry Potter didn't come when called. Although at the current moment he could care less what the headmaster thought. It wasn't his problem anymore. There was no prophecy. Just something the headmaster made up.
Albus Dumbledore sat at the teachers table in shock. Harry Potter hadn't come to Hogwarts. Somehow the youngest Weasley had been sorted into Slytherin. He thought the best course of action was to warn Molly about her son's sorting and was treading down a dark and dangerous path. Ron should be friends with Harry potter not Harrison Flint.
"Alright everyone off to bed now. Prefects shall show the first years the way. Good Night all." Dumbledore shouted.
Harry and Ron followed Marcus with the other first years. They were led into the dungeons and it had a surprising calming effect on them. "The password is Salazar Slytherin." Marcus said while the common room door opened.
The first years followed nervously. They noticed the older years were already there talking quietly. Marcus began to talk again. "Welcome to the Slytherin house. When we are out there we are to band together and protect one another because the rest of the school thinks we're evil and dark. That is not the case, but they are just bloody idiots. In our common room we are free to hex the shit out of each other if it comes to that. Now our head of the house would like to say a few things."
Severus Snape came billowing in. "As Mr. Flint said we band together because we are indeed considered evil to the rest of the school. Another thing we have that the other houses don't is a court. If you rule the court while in Hogwarts that power continues to follow you. Allow as we have three Flints here currently I highly doubt anyone else will get a seat in the court until after they are gone." he said with a smirk or sneer depending on who you ask. "Boys rooms are to the right and the girls are to the left except Weasley and Flint. They get special rooms only hold by the court. I expect you to be at breakfast exactly at seven am sharp." he replied leaving.
Draco was about to blow a fuse. It just wasn't fair damnit. "They just feel sorry for a poor bastard like yourself Weasley." Draco said trying to bait him.
Ron didn't have to say anything because Artimes spoke. "You know Malfoy that's the attitude your parents had as well and that's why they have no power now. You don't want to piss the court off. Ask your loving mother what happened to her when she did. Your not even worth the mud at the bottom of my shoe. If you can't accept this whole ruling then perhaps you should have went elsewhere, but Drumstrang is worse than us." she replied ushering the younger ones to bed.
Draco went red in the face when he realized that all the upper years had heard and was laughing at him. He decided to write a letter to his parents about his treatment here. His father told him people feared and respected the Malfoy name, but the youngest Flint children had yet to do that. He knew tomorrow morning it would be posted just who was in the court and what position they held. Perhaps he could gain some allies.
Meanwhile a letter from Hogwarts was making it's way to the burrow. However what the headmaster had intended didn't happen that way. The Weasleys weren't as loyal to Dumbledore as everyone thought. In reality they just wanted to be left alone. So hearing that their youngest son had finally broken the Gryffindor curse inspired them to celebrate and make alliances with the Flint family. They cursed the name Dumbledore and finally passed out. Poor Ginny had no idea what was wrong with her mother and father at first in the morning when she found them out cold on the kitchen floor, but was relieved that they finally woke up even if they did have a hangover.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy stood at the letter their son had sent them. They had no idea that there were Fints in the school. Should the parents find out the Malfoy family could be no more.
"This is all your fault Lucius filling his head that the Malfoy name made people shake in their robes at the sound of our name. You fix it because I am not having Sarah Flint come here because she's pissed at us because of your son." she snapped wondering perhaps if it was too late to get a divorce. She loved her husband and son but they were such idiots at times.
Lucius began to write back to his son. Wonder how in the world he was going to fix this mess that his son got himself into. He didn't think he himself made Draco the way he was. They Malfoy name did still hold power just not as much as the Black, Flint, or Montague. He knew Draco would tell him who was on the court. Maybe they wouldn't be screwed.
