Chapter 10- Sort Draco
"I can't believe you lost Trevor already. You would lose your head if it weren't attached to your body, Longbottom," Draco joked.
Neville pulled the blonde into a headlock as they exited the train. "You should remember that I'm taller than you."
"Your confidence in your three centimeters of height difference is cute, Nev," Draco choked out and Neville released him with a laugh.
"I just hope he's alright," Neville admitted with a sigh. "My parents trusted me enough to actually get me a pet, and I bollocksed it up already."
"You'll find him," Harry assured him. "Toads are smart animals."
"That's true," Hermione remarked. "Their intelligence tends to be overlooked when compared to owls or cats, but according to my research, toads will always be found again by their owner when they least expect it and usually in the presence of something else they might have been looking for."
Neville smiled politely at the girl while Draco pondered this. "So you're saying when Nev finds Trevor, the toad will probably be sitting on that wizard chess set Neville misplaced when we were five?"
Draco meant it as a joke, but Hermione replied with a shrug. "I wouldn't rule it out."
"Huh," Draco mused aloud. "That's actually pretty sweet."
"Firs' years, this way! Firs' years, over here!"
The group of first years looked up at the shouting to find a large man, at least three times as tall as Neville and four times as wide, with a long scraggly beard and beady brown eyes. He was motioning the younger students toward a nearby dock with a wave of his massive arm. With mild trepidation the first years headed toward the giant of a man.
"What's going on," Terry asked.
"The first years take boats across the lake in order to get to Hogwarts," Hermione answered. "I read it in—"
"Hogwarts: A History," Harry, Draco, and Ron finished for her.
"Well… yes," Hermione confirmed. Although her hands were on her hips in contempt, her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
"Come on, Hermione," Daphne said, wrapping an arm around the bushy-haired girl's elbow in a show of solidarity. "You can take a boat with me and Neville. Let's go Longbottom."
"See you at the castle," Neville called over his shoulder as he followed the girls to the dock.
A few minutes later, sharing a boat with Harry and Ron, Draco watched with wide eyes as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry came into view. There was only one word that Draco could think of to describe the sight: magical.
He made it. It finally struck him in that moment that he, Draco Sirius Black, was going to attend Hogwarts. He'd heard the stories from his father and his Uncle Remus. From Charlie and Grayson Greengrass. They talked of fun and learning and adventure. And now it was his turn. His and Harry's and Neville's and Daphne's and Susan's and Ron's and Hermione's and all the other friends he had yet to make. Draco couldn't wait.
Which was why it felt like ages before the boat finally made it to shore.
All the first years followed the stern-faced older woman who met them at the other dock as she lead through the halls of Hogwarts, some bumping into others as they became distracted by every single corner of the castle their gaze landed on.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said the elderly professor in a deep Scottish brogue once she had everyone halted outside the large doors to what Draco guessed was the Great Hall. "I'm Professor McGonagall. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smart yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I will return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."
And quietly they did. In fact, the group of eleven-year-olds were so silent, one might be able to hear a pin drop. Draco wanted desperately to break the tension, but he was suddenly too nervous to say a word. It seemed that was how everyone else was feeling as well.
The witch returned a few minutes later and the thickness in the air lessened considerably which Draco was grateful for. Soon they would be sorted and these annoying nerves would dissipate. Draco wished the ceremony would hurry up and start already.
"Follow me." The 1991 first year class tentatively plodded behind their future professor through the tall double doors. Draco didn't now how it was possible, but the interior of the Great Hall looked even more magical than the exterior of the castle. There were thousands of candles floating gently around the room and above that the ceiling seemed to have disappeared to show the brilliant night sky.
"Its not actually the stars. Its only bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in…" Hermione cleared her throat to cover up her sudden embarrassment.
Draco grinned at her flushed cheeks and put an arm around her shoulder, just barely avoiding a face full of curly brown locks. "I'm going to have to borrow that book sometime."
Hermione looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Alright."
Somehow that little bit of interaction deterred Draco's anxiety and he almost cheered with glee. The blonde gave Hermione's shoulder one last squeeze before he released her and took a closer look around the room. There were four long tables that stretched nearly from end to end. Above each banquet table was a different banner. From the far left to the far right Draco deciphered each house; the green and silver snake of Slytherin, the blue and bronze eagle of Ravenclaw, the yellow and black badger of Hufflepuff, and the scarlet and gold lion of Gryffindor. All the older students were watching the newcomers with interest. Draco recognized the three older Weasley brothers who were all seated at the table to the far right, the same table where his dad once sat for seven years.
As his eyes continued wandering they settled on a familiar set of green eyes behind a wall of glass. Harry was grinning stupidly and Draco joined him in producing that expression, as if they were communicating, upon spoken agreement, "This is mad."
Their twin expressions turned wide-eyed with surprise as the sorting hat Draco noted earlier which sat upon a stool in front of the staff table suddenly turned sentient and began singing:
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 Hufflepuffs 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 folks 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 (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The older students all burst into applause while the first years were a little more hesitant. Draco was certain most of them were wondering how putting on a hat helped them get sorted and when his gaze returned to Harry, his suspicions were confirmed. His brother raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "That's it?" Draco nodded.
"Abbott, Hannah." As Hannah stepped up to be sorted Draco and Harry were still having their silent conversation.
"That is disappointing, actually," Harry continued.
"I know. It's no wonder dad wouldn't tell us. It's embarrassing."
"Do you think Ilvermorny does the same thing?"
"We'll have to ask Uncle Steven."
"I hope he had to fight a troll."
Draco rolled his eyes and clapped with everyone else as the hat called out, "Hufflepuff!" Well, almost everyone. The entire left-side table, the one Draco knew to belong to Slytherin, was silent. Draco narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"Black, Draco."
Draco blinked and hesitated. Sometimes it truly was a curse to have a surname so close to the start of the alphabet. The world around him became fuzzy as his nerves resurfaced. A hand on his bicep snapped him out of it and he looked at Hermione gratefully. "Thanks, Granger," he whispered before taking a deep breath and making his way to the front of the room. As he neared, he got a closer look at the staff. None were familiar to him except Dumbledore so he quickly returned his attention to the stool. Once seated, McGonagall placed the sorting hat upon his head.
"I apologize for messing up your hair child."
Draco flushed. "I'm sorry that was my first thought. I'm a bit nervous."
"There is no need to be nervous. Now where to place you… Hmm… no suggestions?"
"I want to be placed wherever is best."
"Ah… I see you were disappointed with the actions of the house you wanted."
"Yes. They did not clap for Hannah's sorting. I'm not sure I want to be a member of a house that does such a thing. What if I become like them?"
"Well perhaps instead of becoming like them, you might persuade them to become like you. Let me tell you a story. As Godric Gryffindor's hat, for almost a thousand years, I've sorted many students. Somewhere along the way, the views of my old friend Salazar have been warped beyond recognition. I fear it gets worse every century."
"You mean like Voldemort?"
"Perhaps, child, but I was thinking more about the poor souls who joined him because of a cause that was never meant to exist. I dread to think how Salazar would take the sight of his house these days."
Draco paused. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you have the personality of a true Slytherin. I see you are very cunning and have ambitions for a better future. I wanted you to know that Slytherin was never meant to breed prejudice and hate. Salazar was a decent man who only feared that the admittance of muggleborns would be far too risky, for the more muggles who knew of our existence, the more danger in which wizardkind would be. I tell you all this for I knew you would listen."
Draco's mind boggled at the information this hat had just given him, but he had to admit he had at least expected such things. Ever since his father told Draco about the house of green and silver, the blonde was certain Slytherin was where he belonged, despite it's horrid reputation. "So I'm to be a Slytherin, then?"
"As long as you can handle the pressure from your peers and remain true to who you are, Draco."
"I can."
"I know that. I can see it…"
"Slytherin!"
The hat was lifted off his head and he made his way over to the clapping Slytherin table with a new sense of determination. That tenacity grew tenfold as he took a seat and heard McGonagall call the next student. "Bones, Susan." Draco knew his friend would never be sorted into Slytherin. She had ambitions, as everyone does, but she lacked the deceptive nature to get her to where she wanted to be. Susan Bones was one to work hard to achieve her goals and therefore would almost assuredly be sorted into Hufflepuff. Draco was resolved to clap for her no matter which house she ended up in, just as he would clap for every person sorted here today, his new housemates be damned.
"Hufflepuff!"
Draco grinned at his excellent guesswork and applauded his friend as she headed to sit next to Hannah at the Hufflepuff table. He could feel the glaring pairs of eyes on the back of his head and decided to ignore them… for now.
Draco continued his applause for four Ravenclaws (Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst, Michael Corner, and Anthony Goldstein), two Gryffindors (Seamus Finnigan and a pretty brunette named Lavender Brown), and three more Hufflepuffs (Stephen Cornfoot, Kevin Entwistle, and Justin Finch-Fletchley) while still ignoring the Slytherin glares around him including from the house's newest members (Millicent Bullstrode, Tracey Davis, and two large oafs by the names of Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle).
"Granger, Hermione." Draco sat up a bit straighter in his chair while the students around him slouched defeatedly for they did not recognize Granger as a Pureblood family name so they found it highly doubtful she would be sorted into Slytherin. Therefore, they would not clap. Draco, however, was very curious about the girl's placement.
From the way she read incessantly and rattled off facts like they might otherwise be stuck in her brain forever, most would assume she was tailor-made for Ravenclaw. But Draco couldn't help but think of Hermione Granger in comparison to people like Terry Boot. Terry had his whole life set up for him. Both of his parents were healers and he'd always planned to join them at St. Mungo's after his schooling was complete. It looked to Draco like Terry was attending Hogwarts just to gain knowledge in his field of study and earn O's in all of his NEWTS. The hat called out Ravenclaw almost the second it was set on Terry Boot's head. So when Hermione's sorting lasted a bit longer, Draco took that as a good sign. Perhaps Draco was mistaken, but Hermione seemed like she wanted more than good OWL scores and her dream job at the ministry. If the hat sorted her into Ravenclaw, Draco had no doubt that would be her life. She'd make friends with Mandy Brocklehurst and date Anthony Goldstein. Her life would be predetermined the minute she sat at that table under the blue and bronze banner. Draco wanted more for her. She should dream bigger.
There were whispers behind him and Draco twisted around for the first time since he took a seat at the table. The girl next to him was scowling as the boy next to her whispered something in her ear that Draco couldn't hear. She grunted in annoyance as the boy sat back and Draco raised a brow in question as the girl's attention turned to him. "Don't clap this time," she dictated curtly and Draco couldn't keep the grin off his face. They finally folded. How delightful.
Draco returned his attention to the bushy-haired girl who still wore the sorting hat. When that hat suddenly called, "Gryffindor!" Draco did the only thing he thought that decision warranted. He shot up from the bench and applauded with everything he had. Of course few really noticed as most of the eyes were on the boisterous Gryffindor table on the other side of the Great Hall. However, his fellow Slytherins noticed. As Granger took her seat, so did Draco and he turned in his seat to face the older snakes with a proud smirk on his lips and a challenge in his storm cloud eyes. The girl from earlier got up from her seat with a huff and moved to one further back, but Draco paid her no mind. His attention was on the bloke who was sitting across from him and a few seats back. Draco didn't let the obvious troll blood this bloke had in his genetics affect the outcome of their staring contest. Draco Black would not be intimidated even by a man three years older than him, and the blonde's smirk grew when the boy turned away first with a sneer of palpable disapproval.
"Slytherin!"
Draco clapped along with everyone else as Daphne Greengrass stepped down from the stool with a demur smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. His friend bypassed the other first years and made her way to the empty spot next to Draco that the ugly girl had just vacated.
"Having fun," Daphne asked. Draco snorted in amusement and when Daphne smiled this time, her eyes lit up with mirth. She shook her head as both blondes completely ignored the people around them. "What are you doing Draco?"
"Making enemies."
"You're incorrigible."
"Big word for such a young lady."
"Perhaps I should have been a Ravenclaw."
"Nah," Draco dismissed easily. "I have a feeling you'll find Slytherin to be far more enjoyable."
Daphne and Draco looked around at the students who were sure to provide them with seven years of entertainment. One thing was for certain; Draco would never be bored in this house. Three more Ravenclaws were sorted (Wayne Hopkins, Megan Jones, and Sue Li) and then it was Neville's turn. He was sorted into Gryffindor and Draco was pleased to note that he and Daphne weren't the only Slytherins clapping this time, however hesitant their applause was. Draco couldn't help but feel proud. It had been maybe fifteen minutes and already he was changing things. The hat was right.
Two more Ravenclaws (Roger Malone and Lilly Moon) were quickly followed by two Slytherins (Theordore Nott and Pansy Parkinson), the latter of which proceeded to park herself right next to Draco on the opposite side of Daphne.
"I think what you're doing is hilarious, by the way," Pansy whispered, her eyes bright with mischief and her lips pulled up in an almost predatory grin. Draco decided to dislike her instantly.
"And what is it that I'm doing, exactly?"
"Clapping for those freaks. Obviously its all a big joke and I wanted to let you know that, unlike the rest of these snakes, I get it."
Draco kept his expression as blank as possible for fear of throttling the girl in front of him. He could hear Daphne give a soft snort of disbelief behind him and Draco clenched his jaw tightly to keep from laughing and telling Pansy the truth. There were far more entertaining ways to get this pug-nosed girl away from him. He just had to wait for the right opportunity.
As the Patil twins were sorted into separate houses, one to Ravenclaw and the other to Gryffindor, and a small girl with mousy brown hair named Sally-Anne was placed into Hufflepuff, Draco waited for his moment to strike. Pansy had clapped along with Daphne and him for the three girls with such exaggerated mockery it set Draco's teeth on edge. He could tell Daphne was getting ready to pounce so Draco had to act fast.
"Potter, Harry."
The Great Hall quieted at once. Apparently some still had yet to hear that the great Harry Potter would be attending school with them this year. Draco beamed up at his god brother who made his way to the stool without even a flinch at the silence. As soon as the hat was placed on his head, the tables erupted into excited murmurs. Pansy turned around in her seat with wide eyes and a disgusted scowl upon her lips. "He better not be sorted into Slytherin. Could you imagine?"
Actually, Draco could imagine. He and Harry did everything together. For ten years they had been inseparable, as close as identical twins. Draco knew it was unlikely Harry would be sorted into the same house as him. The dark-haired wizard had Slytherin tendencies, but his morals were always priority number one. The fact that Draco knew this did not stop the blonde from hoping for that hat to shout out a resounding, "Slytherin!"
"…defeated the Dark Lord, for Merlin's sake. He would roll over in his grave if Potter were sorted into His house—"
"Gryffindor!"
Draco let his eyelids fall shut as the knowledge that he would not be sharing a common room with his best friend washed over him. Pansy was nattering on about how obvious that decision was, but Draco barely heard it. There was a hand on his shoulder and Draco twisted around to find the sympathetic blue eyes of Daphne Greengrass.
That's when he realized he hadn't clapped. Draco rose from his seat immediately and cupped his hands around his mouth so the sound of his voice would reach his brother. "Harry!"
Emerald met silver from across the Hall. Harry looked a mix between sad and proud, an expression that mirrored Draco's so precisely.
"Yeah?!"
Draco paused. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say really. He knew how much this meant to Harry. To be sorted into the house where his parents met and argued and fell in love. To walk the same corridor to Gryffindor tower that Sirius and Remus did. Gryffindor was where Harry Potter was meant to be. "Oh, uh… nothing I suppose! Just thought I'd shout your name and embarrass myself!"
Harry laughed. "Well, job well done!"
"You're a git!"
"Prat!"
As they both took their seats, Draco could just make out Harry's smile from across the hall. So, they weren't in the same house. That didn't really matter. Their name calling would just have to be a little louder.
"Rivers, Oliver."
Draco looked up to come face to face with a confused Pansy Parkinson. "Wha— What just…"
Draco shook his head. He was tired of Pansy. It was time to get rid of her. "You should really pick up a Daily Prophet once and a while. Harry Potter is my brother."
Some older girls across from him overheard that statement and soon there was a tittering of noise around the Slytherin table. By the time Oliver Rivers, Sophie Roper, and Lisa Turpin became Hufflepuffs, and Georgina Smith, Dean Thomas, and Ronald Weasley became Gryffindors, every Hogwarts student wearing green and silver knew Draco Black and Harry Potter were brothers. Draco was mostly just surprised none of them seemed to know that already. Perhaps none of these snakes could possibly comprehend that the Draco Black they read about in the papers, Sirius Black's son and Harry Potter's God brother, was the same Draco Black that just got sorted into Slytherin. Now that this was a fact, perhaps his fellow Slytherins did not think he belonged in the house of Salazar.
But Draco was born to be a Slytherin. The sorting hat did not lie. And he would prove it if it was the last thing he did.
Sirius marched up the staircase of his home and collapsed onto his bed with exhaustion.
Seven hours. It took them seven hours to process Peter Pettigrew. The rat was currently shackled and warded in a cell under the ministry awaiting his trial set a week from today. Sirius had no doubt Peter would be found guilty, but that did not stop the wizard from fearing the traitor might escape once again in the interim. It took half a dozen Aurors and Amelia Bones herself to keep watch over Peter's cell before Sirius was convinced that he did not need to guard the rat himself.
There was the sound of the front door opening and then closing downstairs but Sirius was far too fatigued to move from the comfort of his soft sheets and fluffy pillows. There was only one person it could be anyway.
"Padfoot." Remus appeared in the doorway of his bedroom looking almost as tired as he was. Sirius assumed all of wizarding Britain must have heard about Wormtail's capture by now.
"Moony," Sirius replied. He rolled a bit to his left and motioned with a heavy arm for his friend to join him. The werewolf didn't hesitate.
There was a bout of silence as the marauders just stared at each other from opposite sides of Sirius's king-sized bed. Then Remus laughed. "Do you remember the last time we shared a bed?"
Sirius let a smile grace his lips as the memory swirled around in his mind like a warm fire. "Seventh year. James a Lily wouldn't stop arguing in the common room. When I got to our dorm, you were reading in a silence bubble and I was too lazy to create my own."
"So you joined me and I read you that book until you fell asleep. You were like a little child."
Sirius chuckled lightly at the comparison. "Yeah, I suppose I was. What was that book anyway?"
"Lord of the Rings. Lily had just gotten me the trilogy for Christmas."
"That's right," Sirius mused. "She got me Alice in Wonderland. I read it five times that winter holiday. It had been the best gift anyone had ever given m—" He choked on an unexpected sob and willed for the tears in his eyes to subside. He didn't want to cry right now… or ever. Remus inched closer and Sirius could see the scars from his childhood attack clear as day on his friend's face. He reached up a hand and traced the dull red lines with a hesitant finger. Moony let him. "It's not fair," he whispered.
"No," Remus agreed. "It's not."
The sound of the floo in the study had both men sitting up and heading to answer it. There could only be one face in the flames.
"Hey Sev," Sirius greeted as he flopped down into the plush love seat that was the pride and joy of his favorite room. "How went the sorting?" Sirius pretended he didn't see the silent exchange between Remus and Severus in which the latter asked if they were doing alright and the former nodded in the affirmative before tilting his head to ask in return. It was hard to tell, what with Snape being a disembodied head and all, but Sirius could have sworn the man had shrugged his shoulders in response. For Severus Snape a shrug of the shoulders always meant, "Not now, but I'll get there." Sirius knew the feeling well. "Did I win or what?"
Severus rolled his eyes. "No, Black, you did not. Lupin was only one off."
Remus grinned. "So no Ravenclaws then. I wondered, but I thought for certain Daphne would take more after her father than her mother. But at least this means Draco has a friend in Slytherin."
Sirius raised a brow at Severus who nodded in confirmation. "You are a strange one Moony," Sirius told the werewolf. "Sometimes you baffle me with the way your mind works. So, Draco and Daphne are Slytherins? How'd that go?"
Snape quirked an almost evil grin. "Brilliantly. I'll keep an eye on Draco, but so far he looks like he can handle the older Slytherins just fine on his own. And with Daphne by his side, I have a feeling those two first years will be ruling the dungeons by month's end."
"And Harry," Remus asked.
"I think both boys were disappointed they wouldn't be in the same house as each other, but have recognized that they're where they belong. And Harry should have no problems since he'll have Longbottom and the youngest Weasley boy as dorm mates."
Sirius nodded as if reassuring himself that his sons would be ok. He was certainly proud of them both. "So, you ready to teach them potions, Professor Snape?"
"Not particularly," Severus muttered. "There are a few new Slytherins that most likely have Death Eater parents, so I'm afraid I'll have to hide my affection for the boys if I want to keep up my disguise as a trusted Death Eater myself. Thankfully, if I let something slip I can always blame it on Dumbledore's orders to play nice. I'm actually hoping Draco can work miracles. If he can change the minds of his fellow Slytherins, I won't have to act like a bastard quite so much."
"Act?"
Snape narrowed his eyes. "Go to bed, Sirius."
"Gladly. I'll talk to you tomorrow Sev. Watch over my kids."
"Gladly." With that, Severus Snape disappeared from the fireplace and the marauders were left alone once again.
"Read to me," Sirius suggested, giving Moony his best puppy dog eyes.
Remus looked up from the fireplace and stared into those stormy gray irises. "Sure."
Fifteen minutes later, Sirius laid curled up on the left side of his bed staring at Charlie's watch as Remus nattered on about hobbits and dwarves and dragons. Sirius had to admit he found The Hobbit much more enjoyable than the original trilogy.
Both hands on the clock still pointed at "School". Although Sirius's eyes were drooping after the long day, he refused to close them until the yellow and black hands were both pointed at "Bed".
And thus, this became Padfoot's and Moony's routine for the foreseeable future.
A/N- Here is the list of the 37 students in Harry and Draco's year at Hogwarts and the houses they were sorted into:
Ravenclaw:
Terry Boot...Mandy Brocklehurst
Michael Corner...Megan Jones
Anthony Goldstein...Sue Li
Wayne Hopkins...Lilly Moon
Roger Malone...Padma Patil
Slytherin:
Draco Black...Millicent Bulstrode
Vincent Crabbe...Tracey Davis
Gregory Goyle...Daphne Greengrass
Theodore Nott...Pansy Parkinson
Gryffindor:
Seamus Finnigan...Lavender Brown
Neville Longbottom...Hermione Granger
Harry Potter...Parvati Patil
Dean Thomas...Georgina Smith
Ron Weasley
Hufflepuff:
Stephen Cornfoot...Hannah Abbott
Kevin Entwistle...Susan Bones
Justin Finch-Fletchley...Isobel MacDougal
Ernie Macmillan...Sophie Roper
Oliver Rivers...Lisa Turpin
So yeah, all five involved in the bet were sorted into the same houses as they were in the original series. I think it makes for the most interesting dynamic. And I'm sorry I didn't make Harry a Slytherin. Where to place Harry was my hardest decision. I certainly enjoy reading a good Slytherin Harry Potter fanfiction, but that's mostly because I like a Draco/Harry bromance. In this, they are already brothers, so there was really no need to force them together. In fact, I figured it would be more interesting to see how they'd act now that they no longer lived together. So Harry is a Gryffindor once again. I hope that's not a problem.
Overall, there are very few differences to the original series as far as the sorting went. There is a certain character missing from the list above, but I have my reasons for that.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You'll finally be reading from Harry's POV in the next one.
More Fancasts:
Pansy Parkinson- Sarah Hyland
Lavender Brown- Chloe Grace Moretz