Meowmix – Look Fic, now stay here and read it while I run really fast…
Disclaimer: If it was mine I have a very unhappy publisher and we'd still be on book four…
STORY START
I waited, patiently, well sort of, for Professor McGonagall to get to my name. While trying to help one of the younger boys stop hyperventilating. My ears perked up as the hat declared Faylin Ealderin, Ravenclaw.
McGonagall cleared her throat after the Ravenclaws had finished clapping for the new boy, "Elric, Harold."
Patting the no longer hyperventilating boy on the back I headed up to the stool smiling. I was about to jump on the stool when the Professor gasped. Concerned I asked, "Are you alright Ma'am, I mean Professor?"
She just stared at me, kind of creepily, but before someone from the head table could really do something she was suddenly hugging me.
I stared at the table of surprised teachers behind, Uh, help people.
Before I could articulate my thoughts I was on the ground again and the teacher seemed to be crying and smiling. I tried to take a step back but for a crazy old lady she had a pretty strong grip.
She didn't seem to notice my try for escape, "Oh it's you…"
"Uh, yeah you called my name, so I came up…"
"Harry, Harry Potter."
The room gasped behind me, whispers flying through the hall, Crap, did the makeup get rubbed off? Cover cover!
"Ah Ma'am, I mean Professor I'm Harold Elric, Har for short."
"No your defiantly Harry Potter my boy, you have your mother's eyes, and your father's hair I'm afraid." She ran her hand over the off bits of hair that weren't pulled back into my ponytail. I noticed some of the concealer came off on her hand; I must be sweating pretty hard. "And there's the scar. Oh you poor boy, we thought you were dead, where have you been?"
"Uh, with my dad, and the name's Elric not Potter, there's no way I'm Harry Potter. My dad adopted and raised me from a baby when he found me and took me when the people at the house refused to even touch me. He usually calls them some things I'm not supposed to say after that."
"Refused to touch you?" She swirled around, I had to hold myself back from letting out a breath off relief, Apparently Dad wasn't being overly paranoid with all of his 'how to lie believingly' classes.
"Albus I told you those Muggles where the worst sort of people!"
The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, smiled at Professor McGonagall, using a bit of legitimacy, "Ah, why don't we finish the sorting and then go over this latter Minervia."
"Uh, right. Well Mr. Potter get on the stool please."
I snorted, "Its Elric." Sighing when I got no response I climbed onto the stool, where McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on my head.
'Well hello there, another young, no a young Elric it would seem, is that right?'
'At least someone got it right, wait the hat is talking to me.'
'Why yes I am. Now where to sort you, hm, you want to prove yourself, but not for power, to make your father, mother and practically your Dad proud and for yourself. You respect knowledge but only to the point of practicality, and a mild fear? Ah, for your father yes genius is often most hard on the one possessing it.'
'You care about others as your other thoughts said, but you know that there are times that certain people that are more important than others. You are ready for battle, but not because you thirst for it, but because you know it is coming.'
'Why you are quite the hard one to sort, I haven't seen someone this balanced since Godric rammed me on Salazar's head! Messed his hair all up, ah good times past, but to the future. You wouldn't happen to have a preference?'
'Not really.'
'Yes I see that but you do have an opinion on which would be best don't you?'
'Yes Dad and I discussed it. I should avoid Slytherin if I can, to avoid having to guard my back even in my own rooms, also a Slytherin "Harry Potter" would go over about as well as a dead zombie kraken, especially with Haro being my familiar and my parseltounge abilities.'
'A what, oh, well yes that wouldn't go over well, where did you get that idea from?'
'Internet. Dads right in saying I would either cause them to all commit seppuku or would die of boredom. Books are great but knowledge without wisdom is without meaning. Hufflepuff wouldn't be bad, but when people think puff and not badger; I'd be labeled a tree hugger and pacifist before I got of the stool.'
'Yes again, bad for your "Harry Potter Image" as you said before."
'That leaves Gryffindor, which will get labeled a clueless idiot with warmongering tendencies. Good for getting allies in times of war, and for getting enemies to underestimate you.'
'So Gryffindor is it? Oh child, no eleven year old should make choices based on enemies and allies in a game of death such as this. May Hogwarts offer you more than this I hope. Go well Young Soldier.' "GRYFFINDOR!"
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