"Oh, would you get off him!" the same horrid voice from the train shouted, "Really, are you such a whore that you will kiss one man while in the presence of one you have previously kissed not a hour afor?" The entire chamber became quite in shock, the ones not aware of the insult slowly falling silent as their friends did. The girl, thinking herself with the support of those now mute, continued, "You should be ashamed of yourself, not only a slut, but a homosexual as well! Why you'll be damned to the pits of tartarus if you don't repent." As a murmer of outrage began, the girl looked about at the crowd, now berthed around her, now glaring at her in shocked indignation.
One stepped forward, eyes hard and misty. "Filthy Mudblod," she hissed, "You bring your closed mindedness in with you and attempt to shame our ways! What you call a slut, we call one searching for a potential suitor, who you shame wiht teh term whore we call well loved. And homosexualtiy?" She spat. "My fathers are very close to the Minister of Magic and I promise you, say one more offensive thing - which I'm very sure is all you have to say - and I will make sure that you are expelled from here." The crowd cheered around the two girls.
Harry sighed and leaned more heavily onto Draco, reached a blind hand for Blaize when the stern woman re-entered the chamber and spoke they should follow her. In the arms of his two loves, Harry entered a large hall, at the head of the group of first years. Murmmurs broke out at their sight but they paid no heed, Harry looking up at the roof which depicted a gorgeous night sky. "Oh, the heavens watch us," he whispered to Draco. Then to Blaize: "Such music she does sing, can you hear it?"
A timid, slightly chubby boy stepped closer. "Who sings?" he whispered.
"The castle," he whispered back, "her tune shall never be matched!" Then he broke form their arms and began to spin with the other boy, danced a waltz that brought the Hall to silence. And when they stopped and the hat began to speak, Harry pulled the other to into his clutch of lovers, rested his head against the broad chest and traced the empty crest. "My new love, my dear gracefull dancer, pray you away with us? Pray you break of your bonds that no'ne sees?"
The boy glanced at the two others contorted into a wall about the small child nuzzled into his chest and took a deep breath. "I pray," he answered finally.
"Oh, my dear!" Harry moaned softly.
And then the stern woman called, "Neville Longbottom," and the boy slowly detached from Harry to sit upon a three legged stool.
As the hall watched, the boy cried out and the hat shouted, "Slytherin!" Carefully, Harry aproached the boy, now trembling, now clamy. He took up a hand and placed a third blossom onto pale skin, this a deep red. "My dear, you triumph," he said and dropped a small kiss to Nevill's lips, then moved so that Neville may pass onto their table.
As the names continued, Draco left with a parting caress and Blaize held tight to Harry. Until Harry Potter was called and the small boy slipped from his grasp to approach the stool, much to the surprise of all in the room.
"He's building an army!" one hissed softly and then Harry was sorted, again to the awe of those present, into Slytherin. He slunk to his table and slipped onto Neville's lap, as whispers started up and bathed the four, and the Hall, untill an ancient man stood and called silence. The three didn't listen to him and instead began to lavish small touches onto Harry, stroking his neck and caressing his cheek. When the food apeared, they served Harry first and then themselves.
Author's Note:
why yes, small ramdon child, he is building an army! ^-^ someone gets a cookie! lol thank you for reading and please review, one more chapter before the longer ones start! rejoice!