Slytherin
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The Great Hall- Sorting Ceremony
"Harry Potter" Upon hearing that, the students in the great hall first turned to complete silence, a few moments later, they burst into a larger commotion than ever. Although each and every one of them try to stay as silent as possible, a thousand whispers can amplify into a roar, "Harry Potter…" "Do you think he's…"
Under everyone's gaze, Harry Potter approached the stand, and calmly put the Sorting Hat onto his head. Hmmm, very interesting, how do you know… Hahahaha, reborn, are you? Harry was, half expecting this to happen, Hat, I will have to ask you not to reveal this to anyone. The magical artifact basically had a hold on all of his memories, past or present.
Hahaha, no worries, every year, my mind is sealed back into the hat, although it's active, I can not control this, body, once I leave this stand, I can't share this with anybody. But, back to the matter a hand, house, I can see that you were in Gryffindor, but I stand my ground, you'll do much better in Slytherin, there, you will find what you want.
This time, I am determined to not interfere, to see if my true fate lies in Slytherin, Harry was not lying,he in fact, want to see his fate if he hadn't forced the hat to push him into Gryffindor.
If that is your wish, then…"Slytherin!" Those words echoed around the great hall as every single member fell silent. The Slytherins themselves did not expect Harry to be sorted into their house, while the rest of the house are shocked that the Boy-Who-Lived was "evil". After a few moments of movement and recovery, the whispers are heard again, this time, not bothering to hide it.
"SILENCE!"
Dumbledore's words silenced the hall, the constant faint smile were gone from his face "Resume the sorting", while the Slytherin table were concentrated on the member sitting at the end of their table, away from all members of the house. "Harry Potter, wasn't expecting this, but, welcome to Slytherin." Draco, accompanied by his two lackeys, crossed the distance between Harry and the rest of the students.
"I could say the same to you, Draco, welcome to Slytherin." Draco immediately became semi-flustered, "Potter, if I were you, I'd watch what I say."
The hulking pig sitting next to Draco said loudly, "Draco, want me to beat him up?"
"Shut up!" Draco shouted, "Potter, you will pay for those words." Harry, of course, were not in the slightest bit concerned, "Did you have an answer to my question before? No? Come back another time."
"That's enough! Stop acting like a stupid Gryffindor!" A hulking boy who just came over suddenly shouted, on his chest was a silver badge with a shining "P". "I'm this year's prefect, Adam Joseph Gallucci, I welcome the both of you to Slytherin." Adam separately shook hands with both Harry and Draco.
"Very well, looks like another two excellent members of Slytherin." Another voice interrupted, this time, a female, "Prefect, Wendy Parsel." On that moment, the sorting have ended, and food had suddenly appeared onto the table.
"I am honored." Both Harry and Draco announced at the same time, while Draco grunted and looked away, Harry simply returned his attention to the prefects, who, in turn, were making an announcement, "As a Prefect, I must remind all of you", his focus no longer on Harry and Draco, but on the majority of the house, whose attention had completely shifted to Adam, "Once you have been sorted into Slytherin by the hat, you have become one of us, no matter of gaining glory due to excellent performances, or winning tournaments, or lose of points due to stupidity," when he finished this part, his eyes involuntarily darted toward Crabbe and Goyle, who is now stuffing their face with food, "The house of Slytherin share in your triumph and losses."
"Over the years, the other three houses had been waiting for a chance, a chance for them to win and kick us when we are down, and, because of that, we will take on all trials, endure all hardship, support all allies, oppose all enemies to secure our place, we aim to win! No matter the cost, even if we have to give the price of blood in Quidditch, we will win, without the triumph, Slytherin has no glory."
"Harry, Draco, as the best in these first years, I ask you to put down your petty differences, unity, is our key to triumph, divided, we will fall."
Silence veiled the Slytherin table as most of the house members stared at Draco and Harry.
"Nice to meet you, Harry."
"Same here, Draco."
"Very well," the ghost of Slytherin floated out of nowhere and sat next to Harry, next to Harry, the special coldness that especially belong to ghosts can be ignored.
Once everyone was done with their dinner, the food disappeared, accompanied next by mountains of desserts. Most of the Slytherin house had impeccable table manner, except for a peculiar few, but as a house, the table seem dull and dead, in exact contrast with the huge commotion in the Gryffindor. Not participating in the meal, Harry turned toward the staff table, Quriell, Snape and Dumbledore.
While the first two were both hot in conversation and staring at him at the same time, Dumbledore looked Harry straight in the eye, eyes twinkling more then ever. Harry felt a slight, persistent prod at the defenses around his mind, though weak, the attempt was continuing, Harry immediately focused most of his mind and shot it at Dumbledore's to break into his mind, GET OUT!! Looking at Dumbledore in person, he seems stunned, his twinkle temporarily gone, while the emotionless face deepened into a frown.
"Now that everyone had finished, I have a few announcements to make, first years, the forest is forbidden from all entrance, this also apply to upper years," Dumbledore seem to have recovered, and is now staring at the famous Weasley twins.
"And, Filch had reminded me to alert all of you that magic is not permitted in the hallways."" Quidditch trials shall be held in the second week, students who want to participate may sign up with Madam Hooch."
"And lastly, the right hallway on the third floor must not be approached, if you want to avoid a horrible and gruesome death. "
"Now, before we all retire to our chambers, the school anthem." It seems that all of the returning students and staff had been petrified. "Everyone may go at their own pace. Ready, sing." As Dumbledore wrote the lyrics in the air, the whole school began si…shouting?
At first, Harry was eager to see what the proud Slytherins would use as a rhythm, but it seems that most of the house simply silently muttered the words as fast as they can. With the exception of Crabbe and Goyle, along with a few bulky upper years, while the others have been silenced by Adam with a cold stare, Crabbe and Goyle continued to shout at the top of their lungs despite Malfoy's rapid kicking as an attempt to make them understand.
Once the song ends and they were dismissed, Adam was emitting a cold laughter while Draco shut his eyes in desperation and embarrassment. "Harry, Draco, before tomorrows breakfast, teach these two buffoons the basic table manner, in one week, I never want to see this happen again. First years, follow me."
Lead by the prefects, the first years went down into the dungeons, "First years, remember this place, this is our common room, the password changes every week, Honor!" The stone wall slid open the cold dungeon, the first years instinctively allowed Harry and Draco to go in first.
"Boys over here."
"Girls over here"
As the Slytherins found their room and slept, Harry and Draco forced Crabbe and Goyle to follow them to their own room, "We have been charged with a task."
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