All the characters and the story belong to JK Rowling.

POV DRACO MALFOY 02

—Bloody mudblood. —I heard my brother comment. —How dare she speak to us? For Merlin, even she touched you, Draco. Draco? Are you ok?

It couldn't be. It's impossible. I refuse to accept it. The mudbloods were supposed to be little better than beasts without any charm. How could an angel be a mudblood? I have a knot in my stomach that does not let me breathe.

—Maybe he is gassy. —Crabbe commented as he returned to eat his potatoes.

I direct him a withering glance, but I still cannot digest what had happened to me. Since they told me the story of how Harry Potter had defeated the one who-should-not-be-named I always imagined how wonderful it would be to be his friend. Well, not only that dream is destroyed, but now we would be enemies.

Who was going to tell me that wasn't going to be the worst of it. Discovering that Granger is a mudblood... It's certainly a lot worse than being Potter's enemy. And I haven't even entered Hogwarts! What will be the next thing that happens to me today? Will they send me with the idiots of Hufflepuff? Am I going to face a troll?

I hear my brother talking to Crabbe and Goyle, but I don't pay any attention to his words. I just turned 11 years old and I'm depressed. Wonderful.

INSIDE THE HOGWARTS SCHOOL

I observe how the one previously presented as teacher McGonagall, put a four-legged stool in front of the students of first year. On the stool, he put on a pointed wizard's hat. The hat was very dirty. I did not want to put on my head something so disgusting. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim openedwide like a mouth and the hat began to sing:

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffis are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

The whole hall burst into applause when the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

—So we've just got to try on the hat!— I heard the redhead that had laughed at my name. —I'm going to kill Fred.—

To Taurus and to me, father had already explained to us how we were selected in the different houses so I was not caught by surprise.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

—When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool tobe sorted— she said. —Abbott, Hannah!—

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on thehat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down.

—HUFFLEPUFF!— shouted the hat.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down atthe Hufflepuff table.

—Bones, Susan!—said McGonagall.

—HUFFLEPUFF!— shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit nextto Hannah.

—Boot, Terry!—said McGonagall

—RAVENCLAW!—shouted the hat.

The table second from the left clapped this time. Several Ravenclawsstood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them. Mandy Brocklehurst also went to Ravenclaw, but Lavender Brown became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left explodedwith cheers.

Millicent Bulstrode went to Slytherin. Later, Vicent Crabbe was also selected for Slytherin. My brother, Goyle and I applaud with enthusiasm.

I was starting to feel bad. What if the hat didn't select me for Slytherin? I was getting nauseous.

—Finch-Fletchley, Justin!—said McGonagall, interrupting my thoughts.

— HUFFLEPUFF! —shouted the hat.

Sometimes, the hat shouted out the house at once, but atothers it took a little while to decide.

—Finnigan, Seamus,—he sat on the stool for almosta whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.

After a few minutes, Goyle was also selected for Slytherin and we came back to applaud. Immediately afterwards, Mcgonagall called one of the causes, but the main, of my annoyances.

— Granger, Hermione. —My heart was beating a thousand per hour.

Granger was also nervous as she almost ran to the stool. Please, Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin. I knew it was a useless prayer, because as my father said, no mudblood was worthy of entering Slytherin.

—GRYFFINDOR!— shouted the hat.

—Shit... —I whispered low enough that my brother wouldn't listen to me.

When Neville Longbottom, the boy who was losing his toad, was called, he stumbled upon the stool. The hat took a long time to decide. When it finally shouted: GRYFFINDOR!, Neville ran out, still with his hat on, and had to return it. My brother was crying with laughter.

—Malfoy Draco. -I heard Mcgonagall say.

Merlin, I'm going to shit on myself. I pretended to be confident, and with firm steps I approached the hat. The hat barely touched my head and screamed:

—SLYTHERIN!

—THAT'S MY BROTHER! —I heard my brother scream as he clapped his hands.

I went to meet my friends Crabbe and Goyle, with an air of satisfaction.

—Malfoy Taurus. —called the teacher.

Unlike when he said my name. Now I was completely calm. It was impossible for my brother to go to any house other than Slytherin. I didn't have to wear that disgusting hat for a second but he had to put it on for minutes that seemed hours to me.

People were beginning to whisper low. Merlin, how long is he going to have to wear it? Why was that disgusting hat doubting so much? He's the most Slytherin type of first yearss without a doubt, I even think he's more Slytherin than my father. I feel the knot in the stomach again. My mind had not even foreseen another possibility than to see him in Slytherin. What will I do if they take him to another house? Luckily, before I had a panic attack, I heard the scream of the hat.

-SLYTHERIN!

Thanks Merlin! I breathed a sigh and gave him a place next to me.

—Taurus. —I whispered in his ear while Mcgonagall was still announcing names.—What's the matter, brother? —He said to me with a smile—Why did it take so long to send you here?— I asked worried.

—How should I know? Maybe my pointed hair made it difficult for it. It doesn't matter now, the important thing is that we are ALWAYS... . —He extended his arm again to perform our little ritual.

—...TOGETHER!. —I replied

There weren't many people left. Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson were sent to Slytherin. Then it was the turn of twins Patil and Patil. To my surprise they separated them, sending one to Ravenclaw and another to Griffindor. Later Perks, ... and finally:

—Potter, Harry!—As Potter moved forward, the murmurs suddenly spread like fireworks.—Did she say Potter?—That Harry Potter? The boy who lived?—

He didn't take as long as he did with my brother, but he also spent his time leaving us in suspense. The truth is that in spite of the initial disagreement we had, I still had the hope of being able to be friends. So I wanted that he was sent to Slytherin so I could channel the relationship.

—GRYFFINDOR!—

Despite my disappointment, I wasn't surprised. My brother was not surprised either, as he looked at his hands in a distracted way. He was a little bored.

—Potter, Violet!—

It was indeed, the girl in the compartment who didn't want to introduce herself. Another one who is going to Gryffindor. Although, the Patil twins have been separated. She looks like a know-it-all. Will the hat send her to Ravenclaw? The truth is that I wasn't interested in her destiny. One thing was the child who survived. The sister of the child who survived is quite another.

—SLYTHERIN!—

—Ohh. —some murmurs of surprise spread all over the room, including mine. It was on the first occasion that there was absolute silence after the hat had chosen a house. The astonishment of the Slytherin prevailed over the enthusiasm they might have. The desired boy was Harry Potter, not Violet Potter.A smile between funny and malicious appeared on my brother's face. Of course, like me, Taurus was not expected this event.