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But in the end, there's only going to be one house that'll suit you,'

The Hat took a deep breath.

'Slytherin!'

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'Well fuck me on a stick,' murmured Emerald, looking at the Great Hall. Nearly every student was staring at him, only a few of whom were clapping. He glanced left and right, wondering where the fuck was Slytherin? Suddenly, His eyes landed on an image of a snake, underneath which members of the snake house sat underneath. He glanced towards the other houses, then back to them. Well, they may not be his house, but at least they have his favourite kind of animal. He stood up, chucking the Hat idly onto the stool and wandered over to them.

Halfway there, the Hall seemed to wake up and the students started to clap half-heartedly. Emerald rolled his eyes at the claps, but continued on his way to the table. He glanced at a blond-haired boy, looking him up and down. He was obviously a posh lad. His hair was un-rumpled, and looked as though it had been heavily gelled down, if it hadn't been for the fact there was no telltale shine to his hair, he would've placed a bet on it.

'Move up,' he said. The boy glared at him, but moved up anyway. Emerald sat himself down at the table, sighing with boredom as he watched the foodless platters. He wondered whether they had been fed yet.

'Well,' Dumbledore suddenly said from the table at the back of the hall. Emerald idly looked over there, giving the people there a once-over. 'Now that we have all finished with the Sorting, I only have two words to say to you. Tuck in.'

Emerald raised his eyebrows? Well, that certainly added a few points in Emerald's current theory that Dumbledore was crazy. However, when he turned around, his mouth opened slightly as he took in the huge amount of food that just appeared out of nowhere. 'Hmm,' Emerald muttered. 'At least the service isn't bad. However, as for the food choices...' He grimaced at the food in front of him. Suddenly, in front of Emerald appeared entire plates, platters and bowls full of food. Roast beef, roast chicken, sausages, pork chops, steak and kidney pudding, steak and kidney pie, black pudding for the meet. Roast potatoes, jacket potatoes, boiled and mashed, chips, Yorkshire pudding all that kind of food. There wasn't much in vegetables, as all that Emerald could see were sprouts, carrots and peas. He grimaced at the clearly unhealthy and high cholesterol food that was present. Had they never heard of vegetarian meals? If he wanted to keep up his exercise, then it looked like Emerald was going to have to work out a lot more than he had been doing recently.

He sighed as he took a jacket potato, grabbing some grated cheese and poured it on top of the potato generously. He took a bit, closing his eyes slightly as he chewed on the delicious meal. Somehow, these wizards had managed to do something decent with their magic, creating a food that appealed directly to your taste buds. The food may be unhealthy as hell, but at least it tasted good. Shame that would just encourage you to eat more and more of it of course. It was a wonder there were no fat kids actually present in the Great Hall.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore looked at Snape, his face concerned as he waved a hand in front of Snape's face. Snape didn't react, not blinking. Was he even breathing? 'Poppy?' Dumbledore said, concerned, quickly putting a cushioning charm at the floor just behind Snape's chair. It was a lucky thing that Dumbledore had the foresight to do this as well, which was proven when Snape and the chair fell back, Severus obviously in deep shock at having a Potter in his house.

'Oh, Merlin help me...' Dumbledore muttered, checking to see if any of the students had noticed. None of them had, luckily for Snape, however, most of the teachers had, and judging from the looks of several of them, a lot of personal pensives would be filled up tonight with tonight's particular memory.

Emerald finally finished his jacket potato, after indulging himself in yet another potato. He was going to regret that in the morning... Rubbing his eyes and ignoring all the stares that he was receiving from Slytherin House, he got up and walked towards the Gryffindor table. He was going to need a word with those two girls.

As he walked across the Hall, he gained a lot of attention, mainly from the students, who had never before in their school life had seen a Slytherin voluntarily walk over to the Gryffindor table, unless, of course, it was to start trouble. Hoping to see a fight, they nudged their friends and pointed in the direction of Emerald. As he drew closer to Lavender and Parvati, the two girls who had been whispering in each other's ears saw where the looks of their fellow Gryffindor's on the opposite end of the table to them, and turned around themselves to see Emerald coming towards them.

Their faces changed from uncertainty, to a pleased look, to a curious look. Both of them moved to their sides to create a space in the middle of the pair so that Emerald could sit down next to them both. As Emerald sat between them both, they grinned at him, causing him to grin back.

'So then, you're both witches. I gotta say, that's certainly unusual for me. In fact, I don't think I've ever dated a witch before, let alone two of them at the same time.'

Parvati flashed him a glare. 'Ha, bloody, ha. What the hell are you doing here, Emerald? And how are you Harry Potter?'

'Well, it's actually quite a story. Apparently Dumbles up there couldn't leave me alone for "the Greater Good" and proceeded to kidnap me because he wanted to use me as Propaganda against Lord what's-his-name? I forget. Anyways, basically I'm being forced to come here, being dragged out of the only world I know kicking and screaming into a whole new world where I'm constantly being stared at and basically, I don't know anyone except you two. So, guess what? You've just won the lucky prize of having me come around with you two.' He grinned at them mischievously.

'Well, how can we ever say no to a pretty face like that then?' Lavender grinned, her mind obviously coming up with something. 'I'm pretty sure we can find some things to do to pass the time.'

'Yeah, maybe beat up people, threaten bouncers, all that kind of thing, eh Emerald?' Parvati smirked at him.

'You got it in one, Parv.'

The three of them burst out laughing, watched by most of the students in the Great Hall. Once they'd calmed down, Emerald had some questions for the pair.

'So what is there to do around here? Any decent nightclubs? Bands?'

Parvati and Lavender looked uneasy. 'Actually, I've found that the Wizarding world is really dull.' Lavender said. 'While we're in school, there are no places like that around here. There is a town that third year students and above can go to every two weeks, so that's alright.'

Emerald gulped nervously. 'Please tell me that there's a decent nightlife around here.'

The two of them shook their heads sadly. Emerald froze, before he groaned. 'Why the hell did I have to come here? What god did I upset, or what did I do in my past life that was so bad?'

'I don't know, knowing you though, you were probably a gang member and did all kinds of stuff.'

'Yeah, you're probably right.' Emerald sighed, not realising that Parvati was joking. 'So then, how come you two didn't tell me? It's not like I would burn you at the stake or anything.'

'Well, that's kinda the problem. Wizards treat Muggles, people without magical ability, like dirt. They made all these laws restricting Wizard and Muggle access between each other, which includes the Statues of Wizarding Secrecy. Basically, we can't tell you anything about the Wizarding world unless we did something like marry you or something. But, let's face it, your hardly marriage material, are you?'

'I'm hurt, I truly am.' Emerald said dryly, causing the two girls to giggle.

'So then, you're a slimy Slytherin?'

'Looks like, I don't really understand the House systems though, so I don't really see the big deal.'

'Well, it kinda is a big deal to Wizards who go here. Basically, the Sorting Hat takes your abilities and character and sorts you into the House that sorts you best. For example, us, Gryffindors, we're braver than anything else. Hufflepuff,' Lavender pointed to a banner above a table that was yellow. 'They're known for being really loyal to their friends, and are hard working. Ravenclaw,' she pointed to another table that were dressed in blue colours. 'They're known for their book-smarts. Parvati's twin sister is in Ravenclaw, so make sure you don't confuse the two otherwise you'll have an angry Gryffindor after you. And of course, there's Slytherin. Known for their cunning and ambition.'

'Also known for being Dark Lords and Death Eater scum!' An angry voice said. The three of them looked up to see Ron Weasley sitting just a few rows below from them.

'You got a problem, Weasley?' Emerald said coldly, instantly regaining the attention of most of the Great Hall that had allowed their attention to reluctantly drift from Emerald when no signs of any trouble-making were going on.

'Yeah, I got a problem.'

'Is it the size of your manhood? Because, I got to tell you Weasley, it isn't normal for a guy to have so little down there.'

Ron turned instantly red. 'Why you-'

'Gorgeous hunk of a man? Why thank you, although I'm afraid I don't bend your way.'

Ron growled with anger.

'Is there something wrong with your throat? Maybe you'd better go see the school nurse, give you some cough drops.'

'Sod off you filthy Slytherin.'

Emerald looked up and down himself in mock-shock. 'Why Weasley, your right, I am a Slytherin! But filthy, well, not so much as you Weasley. Have you ever considered trying to eat properly? As in, using a plate rather than your robe?' Emerald's eyes looked up and down at the food splattered robe that Ron wore. He instantly flushed.

Emerald smirked at Ron before he turned back to the two girls. 'So as I was saying-'

Emerald suddenly found the back of his shirt being pulled on and he found himself thrown to the floor. Ron stood above him, a triumphant look on his face. As Emerald stood up, his face completely blank, Ron started to boast as he turned towards the Gryffindor table. 'Yeah, not so hard now are you, Potter?'

BAM!

Ron suddenly found his nose broken and bleeding everywhere. Emerald stood above him.

'Lesson one, Weasley. Never turn away from ouse that suits your abiliyour opponent. Lesson two, whenever you're on the ground; make sure you keep your weak points protected. Already, you have failed Lesson two already. For example,' he kicked the boy in the groin. 'And another example, he kicked him in the throat, causing him to retch dryly.

'Mr. Potter!' A shrieking voice cried out from the Teacher's table as McGonagall hurried over to them. 'Yes, problem?'

'Detention for the next month with me!'

'Yeah, I'm going to be busy on those days. Maybe we should reschedule, possibly when I've left school. I'll get my diary, you get your diary, we'll compare days in which we're free, and then we'll-'

'Silence!' She turned towards the Head table. 'Severus, help me out here.'

Severus stood up, glaring at Ron and Emerald. 'Well, Minerva, I'm afraid that as its Mr. Potter's first day here, I don't see any point. However, the use of force from both people forces me to conclude that they were both guilty. Therefore, I shall be taking ten points off of Mr. Weasley.'

McGonagall spluttered. 'But what about Mr. Potter's blatant assault on Mr. Weasley?'

Severus's face became confused. 'I didn't see anything of the sort. I only saw Mr. Weasley attack our Mr. Potter as he insulted Slytherin House. Mr. Potter was merely trying to defend himself from further assault from Mr. Weasley.' He turned back to Emerald, his eyes narrowed in what appeared to be hatred. Emerald couldn't help but shudder slightly under his stare. 'Mr. Potter, if you could please go sit yourself back down at your designated House.' He turned to go back to the Teacher's table, while McGonagall quickly healed Ron, clearing up the bloody floor. She whispered something in his ear, and Ron nodded glumly as he sat back down at the table, Lavender and Parvati glaring at him in disappointment.

Emerald smirked as he saw the looks on the faces of the students in the Houses. Slytherin's opinion seemed to have especially changed quite a bit. There was approval on the faces of many Slytherin's, and some even had outright admiration. However, other faces remained bitterly hostile. Yes, they were definitely a pack of snakes. And he would become one of their favourites. If they were impressed by that little show with Weasley, then how would they react when he unleashed his full power? He doubted that any Slytherin against him would escape without at least a few bruises and broken bones. And he highly doubted that he would suffer much in return, by either the Slytherins or the Headmaster.

As he sat down in his seat, the blonde-white haired kid came up to Emerald.

'Harry Potter?' He said in a posh voice.

'No, my name is Emerald.'

'Of course, Emerald. My name is Draco Malfoy, and can I just say that you did an excellent job on the Weasel.'

Emerald smirked. 'He'd been asking for it all day.'

'Yes, he does get like that. He's of the weaker families.'

'Yes, if you say so. However, I have no idea what you're on about with families. If you don't know, then I was born in the Muggle world and was raised by Muggles. I know nothing about you and your world, and quite frankly, I don't really care.'

'Hmm, well, I'm afraid that I wouldn't understand your Muggle ways either, but from the looks of things, it appears as though you're outnumbered and have little intelligence on our world. I can help you there.' Draco held out his hand to Emerald.

Emerald stared at it. What should he do? If he wanted to make his time as comfortable as possible, then he'd need to establish his position Slytherin. And while he could probably do that through brute force, there was always other ways. Perhaps this Draco could help him on that road, and if not, well, there was always the possibility of having a minion below him to help. Yes, he had met people like him before. They believed themselves to be better than anyone else, and on occasions they were. However, the majority of them were basically weak. They were easily corrupted and would follow anyone who they believed would make them great. Of course, most of the time once their leader had completed their goal, they would abandon them. Still, if Draco proved useful, he would have a better reputation in Slytherin.

He shook Draco's hand.

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In the Slytherin common room, Emerald shuddered. Why, in God's name, did someone decide to choose a dungeon for a bloody common room? Not only was it damp and cold, but it was in a bloody dungeon! How no one else felt the cold, Emerald had no idea, but come on? How was it healthy for a child whose immune systems weren't fully functional yet to spend all their time in a place like this? It was amazing that the whole of Slytherin didn't have colds all the time!

Draco had immediately led Emerald to his "associates", or in Emerald's eyes, toadies. He introduced them all to Emerald.

'Emerald, this is Crabbe,' Ape number 1 grunted. 'Goyle,' Ape number 2 grunted. 'And Pansy.' Ape number three nodded in his direction.'

'So then, Potter.' Pansy said.

'Emerald,' Emerald said automatically.

'Emerald then. Where have you been over the years?'

Emerald shrugged. 'I've been living in London along with friends of mine.'

'In the Muggle world?' Pansy had a look of disgust on her face.

'Yes, in the Muggle world.'

Pansy sneered, but didn't say anything else.

'Good fight.' Crabbe grunted.

Emerald raised an eyebrow. 'I assume your talking about me and Weasley.' Crabbe grunted again in confirmation.

'So then, Emerald. Why did you get sorted into Slytherin? I mean, I would've thought that you'd be a Gryffindor.'

Emerald shrugged. 'The Sorting Hat obviously decided that Slytherin was the best House for me. I didn't have a choice in the matter. Besides, I see little difference between the Houses. All that it serves to do is foster enmity and hatred between different members. What kind of society actually encourages that?'

Draco bristled. 'It's served the Wizarding world well enough for hundreds of years!'

Emerald raised an eyebrow. 'And nobody has taken in the consideration that the Wizarding world might have become stagnant in its views and policies? I mean, for God sake, us Muggles have become far more advanced than you.'

'But we have wands!'

'And we have guns. Which work well against wizards.'

'And how would you know that?'

'Because I've tried it. And it worked.'

There was a silence in the group as they all looked at Emerald interested.

'What do you mean by it worked?'

'As in our illustraious headmaster decided to kidnap me for the Greater Good. He had his precious Order come up against me and my friends. They had wands, we had guns. They had spells, we had bullets. We fired, they died. They fired, they knocked us out.'

'Hah-hah! That's exactly the problem then, if they had used killing curses, you would've easily been taken out.'

'Is that so? Tell me, what do you have to do exactly to use the killing curse?'

'Well, you just point the wand their way and say the words for the spell, why?'

'How long would that take, would you say? To do all that?'

Draco hesitated. 'Well, I suppose that it would take around two to five seconds, depending on how experienced you are with the spell, but why?'

'Okay, so you're sticking with a spell that can take up to five seconds to cast. I could use a semi-automatic Muggle pistol that can fire bullets rapidly. In the time that you used to cast your spell, I've could've potentially fired at least three bullets into your body. Another example, a sniper rifle. Some of us Muggles have even managed to get the weapon to aim up to a mile away. In order to use the killing curse, how far would you normally have to be away from your target?'

Draco's face was slightly pale now. 'Well…not far.'

'How far, Draco?

He shrugged. 'Perhaps a few yards at the most? I'm not sure.'

'Exactly Draco. Now, how many wizards and witches would you say there are in England?'

'I suspect that there are around 300,000 Wizards and Witches, of course only around 30,000 of us are worth a damn. Bloody mudbloods.' Draco muttered under his breath.

'So do all of them with wands?'

'I assume so.'

'In Muggle England alone, there are over 50 million of us. And I believe that there're around 10 million of them with weapons. Of course, I'm not taking into account the main weapons such as the Muggle armed forces. And of course, let's not forget about nuclear weapons. So in conclusion, Draco, should every wizard and witch in England go into a battle with the Muggles at once, they'd be pulverized.'

'But, but the Dark Lord will defeat them, he's doing it already!'

'You mean Velvetmort?' He ignored the gasps of shock from the group. 'Well, how many has he killed? An estimate.'

'Well, in just this war alone, I'd say that the Dark Lord and his followers have killed around a thousand Muggles.'

'Well, in the entire Muggle world, not just England, there's one person dying every second. That means that every hour, over 3,600 have died. In a full day, 80,000 have died. But we're not dying out, Draco. Our birth rate is more than our death rate. No matter how many your Dark Lord tries to kill, we're just going to keep expanding. And what happens when the Dark Lord is finally revealed to the Muggles? They're going to go after him, and in the process, they're going to go after the Wizarding world as well. Your Dark Lord is going to spell the end of your Wizarding world.' He looked up and saw a pretty girl who had been sat at the opposite end of the table to him earlier. A brunette girl, who Emerald assumed to be her friend, had just left and had gone up a staircase, leaving her on her own. He turned back to Draco. 'My advice to you lot is to start living. Because if you waste your life with one person, then how are you ever going to live your own life?'

He stood up from his chair and walked towards the girl, ignoring his shocked companions behind him. He hoped that not everyone in Slytherin were like them, otherwise, it was going to be a very boring school year.