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Draco speaks french

Slytherin has a tower for the common room and dorms.

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Dick's POV

Dick was in the middle of reading one of Ginny's second year spell books when it started to get colder. Dick glanced up from the book, " uh, is th-is n-normal", he shivered, Ginny looked at him alarmed, "n-no this ne-ver happe-ned before", the train screeched to a halt. The lights flickered off in their compartment. Dick jumped up from his seat and ran out into the passage. He could see other heads sticking out of their compartment s in confusion as well. Puffs of breath escaped from his ridged lips and the windows began to frost over.

Dick sat in down and wiped the condensation of the window and peered out into the valley below, " it-s n-not snowing", Ginny stuttered out, clouds escaping from her lips.

Dick began to feel a sense of dread deep in his gut. His previous happiness escaped him like the breath from his lips. He could see on Ginny's face she felt this way as well. Dick could not even remember what it was like to be anything but empty like he was at the moment.

The feeling grew more intense as a black cloaked floating figure advanced down the corridor. The ghost like creature briefly stood outside his door it stared at him with unseen eyes, bringing out his worst memories. He heard a cord snap, two screams, a man and a woman's and then a sickening crunch. Broken and twisted bodies lying on the ground still the spotlight of attention, even in death. Dick stared at the creature unmoving for what seemed like centuries, with his eyes only seeing the corpses. The Creature moved on, down the hall, forgetting him entirely.

Dick didn't know how long he sat there, unmoving and unseeing but the next thing he heard was a thud from the next compartment over and a blinding white light, momentarily hiding away the bloodied bodies.

The next thing Dick could remember doing was changing into hogwarts uniform without the tie and numbly awaiting the for the arrival. He didn't cry and he didn't feel. Ginny didn't speak either and that was a relief.

As they approached Hogwarts he couldn't find it within himself to be amazed after the events of the train ride. He was pulled away from the group of 3rd years and was taken with the first years to be sorted. An old woman with a pointed black hat lead them up some stairs and in front of a grand pair of doors.

The doors opened and the they walked through into a vast hall with four long tables stretching down the light of it. Above them was the night sky with candles floating below it. Ahead of him was a raised platform with another table with teachers sat along it. There was also a three legged stool sat upfront with a pointed brown hat perched atop of it. The old woman stood next to it and said, "let the sorting commence, Abett, Sophie…" the woman's voice droned on droned on with the numbers of first years slowly diminishing with applause each time. " and finally a third year, Grayson, Richard". Dick stepped up to the stool like he had seen everyone else do still feeling hollow from the train. He sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on his head.

Hmm. Dick heard the hat talk inside his head. Strange that you weren't surprised at my presence. Weirder things have happened to me, Dick thought. I see, a martian was it? The said rhetorically. Now where to put you. You are smart, so Ravenclaw is an option. Brave and daring you are, so possibly Gryffindor. Not much of a team player though, value family you do, but Hufflepuff is not quite your fit. Ah and then there's Slytherin, cunning, prideful, resourceful, ambitious, intelligent, and determined. Slytherin's love to be in charge and crave leadership, does this sound quite like you? I'd say so. "SLYTHERIN", the hat bellowed. The green table exploded in claps and cheers, though one boy he had meet at diagon alley sat stoically sneering at Dick.

Dick Walked quickly over to the Slytherin table feeling a pang of regret that hr was not in his only friend's house. Dick sat down by the third years, getting the evil eye from Draco Malfoy, "Grayson was it?", Dick looked up at him startled,

"How do you know my name", Dick asked perplexed, Draco sneered,

"You're a pureblood obviously, direct descendant of the original wizards, just your family were all squibbs", he sneered again. What was a squibb? Dick let it go deciding to eat the food that had seemingly appeared out of thin air after the headmaster's words.

Dick began to talk among the people on his table flaring his charm and flashing his famous smile. Dick made acquaintances that dinner and the bonds of friendships were starting to form, even Draco warmed up to him even if only a little. Dick heard Draco mumbled something to himself, "Je m'entoure d'idiots",(i surround myself with idiots) Dick glanced over at him, since when did he speak french?, "tu parle français?",(you speak french?) Draco looked at him,

"Oui, ne leur dites pas",(yes, don't tell them) He pleaded,

"sûr"(sure). People had started staring at them,

"What are you looking at?", Draco snapped. Dick realised these people, kids were scared of Draco for some reason. Fear disguised as respect.

Dick followed the streams of green tied students towards what he assumed were the dorms. They walked down stair cases that refused to stay in the same place, constantly changing their positions. Portraits also moved talking amongst themselves and switching paintings. They arrived at the dungeons the prefect uttering the passcode to the painting. The painting swung open revealing the arch way entrance to common room. They stepped into the grandly designed room of green, black and silver with their emblem splayed all over the room. Dick followed the other Third years to their dorms. They walked up four flights of stairs and stopped in front of the door on the left side.

Dick ran in first jumping on the bed next to the big window with his suit case next to. He opened Vânător's cage letting the bird fly around the room and realise that the bird's wing span was longer than he was tall.

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