I know that Aubrey would be sorted first, but for the plot it would be best for Harry to go first. And a lot of Slytherin students from older years go unnamed. Almost everyone in Slytherin that isn't well-known or in Aubrey and Harry's year is an OC. Really, there is one Prefect. This is mostly from Aubrey's POV. Kind of a short first chapter, but will probably post another chapter later today or tomorrow. Already edited because I make mistakes like that.
The entire train ride had been overall pleasant for the twins. They had stayed with Ron and Draco. All of them wanted to be together, if not together in Gryffindor. Then some Slytherin's came in. Parkinson, Nott, and Avery. They were Draco's old friends, and were downright nasty.
Now, it was their Sorting. Draco and Ron had gotten Gryffindor. While it was surprising that a Malfoy had gotten Gryffindor, it was pretty much expected given who he had been hanging out with.
"Potter, Harry."
Harry went up to the hat, fidgeting.
Another Potter, I see. Not Slytherin, though you would do well there. Ravenclaw is not the house for you either. Loyal and open-minded, the buildings of a fine Hufflepuff. But the answer is clear. You are a... "Gryffindor!" Harry beamed as the Hall erupted into cheers. He sat between Ron and Draco, and turned his attention to Aubrey. She was confidently looking at the hat.
"Potter, Aubrey."
She walked up to the hat and sat silently as the hat was placed on her head.
You are brave and loyal, though neither Gryffindor or Hufflepuff is right for you. Aubrey began to show her first signs of anxiousness. Her eyes widened and she stiffened.
What do you mean, not Gryffindor? She desperately asked the hat. I'm a Potter, I have to be in Gryffindor!
Yet young Mister Malfoy is a Gryffindor. Cat got you tongue? Yes, no doubt you're intelligent. A dilemma. You are resourceful and cunning, ambitious and a leader. But also creative. Smart and witty. Yes, I know what's best for you. "Slytherin!" You'll thank me later, little snake.
The Greta Hall was in silence. A Potter in Slytherin? Unheard of. Harry was shell shocked. This was wrong, all wrong! He was supposed to go through Hogwarts with his sister, now they were enemies? Aubrey wasn't much better. However, she slammed a neutral expression on her face. She thrust the hat at a speechless Professor McGonagall and briskly sat down at the Slytherin table. McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Patil, Padma."
Aubrey had settled with two girls, across from Daphne Greengrass and next to Tracey Davis. Daphne had long brown hair which curled slightly around the edges and large silver eyes, and Tracey had short reddish-blonde hair and slanted dark blue eyes. The three were soon joined by Blaise Zabini, the last one of the year to be sorted. He was tall, with dark skin and black curly hair. The feats began.
Aubrey sat in silence, mostly picking at the small portions of food she had on her plate. The other three - Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise - fell into easy conversation about their classes. When Blaise said the word 'mudblood' she looked up scandalized. He saw her and scoffed.
"What's wrong, Potter?" He sneered. She flared up.
"Nothing, just that you're using a really offensive word and you really should stop. You would know to if had any manners," she snapped, her hazel eyes fiery and her tone biting. The three looked confused.
"What's wrong about 'mudblood'?" Tracy questioned, flicking a piece of hair out of her face. "It's always used 'round the house." Aubrey tilted her head, then gave a small, 'ooooh'. "What, Potter?"
"First, you can call me Aubrey. Second, you're all pure-bloods? I guess it fits that your parents would use the word 'mudblood'. You really shouldn't, it's very rude." All three looked confused.
"What would we use instead?" Daphne asked. Aubrey remembered what her father (she and Harry had taken to calling Sirius 'father' and Remus 'dad') has taught her about his family, and about what other prejudices they might have.
Which is how she made her first friends at Hogwarts through a common courtesies lecture.
Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, Harry was chatting with Ron and Draco, though it felt a bit empty without Aubrey. They kept glancing besides Draco, where Aubrey usually sat, across from Harry. Ron addressed this first.
"I don't get it. A Slytherin? A Potter in Slytherin? What happened?" Draco tapped his fork against his plate thoughtfully.
"I'm a Malfoy in Gryffindor. Of course, I've been hangin with you lot for the past couple years. And really, I'm a Black. Your father was a Black in Gryffindor, you know."
Harry sighed. "But... honestly, this can't be happening? I mean, I'm happy, but..."
"Yeah." Draco said. Then he smirked. "On the bright side, you can compete at Quidditch now." The boys quickly dissolved into a loud talk about Quidditch. Hermione Granger, who was talking with her Prefect Percy Weasley about her classes, looked distastefully at them. She then looked at Aubrey, who was talking politely with her newfound friends, occasionally bursting out laughing. She wondered if maybe she would rather be in the house with the other Potter.
"First years, first year Slytherins, this way!" Their Prefect, a girl with curly, dirty blonde hair named Gemma Farley, called down the table. They obediently follows her as the Gryffindors followed Percy Weasley, the Hufflepuffs followed Gabriel Truman, and the Ravenclaws followed Penelope Clearwater. They trooped down several flights of stairs, ending up at a blank stretch of wall in the dungeons, not far from the Potions classroom.
"Alright, the password for the first week is 'Merlin', and it wouldn't do well to forget it." She ushered them in the common room. It was a long, low room with green and silver furniture, rugs, and tapestries. A notice board with the next password (burrowing asps), Quidditch try-outs, and other information was posted next to the newly formed door. The whole place was shrouded in dark greenish-blue light and there were a few windows and skylights, all showing views of the Black Lake. Gemma, a couple other older students, and a professor from the feats with a large hooked nose and greasy black hair stood in front of an ornate fireplace.
"My name is Gemma Fawley, and I'm one of your sixth year Prefects. This is Bryon Finch, my fellow sixth year Prefect. Marcus Flint and Lidia Snyde, your fifth year prefects, and Terrence Higgs and Jarrett Selwyn, your seventh year Prefects. And this is Professor Snape, your Potions professor and your head of house." She stepped back and a girl with short blonde hair and chunky black highlights stepped up.
"I'm Jarrett Selwyn your seventh year Prefect. Now, you've already gotten your speech from Professor McGonagall, about House points. Here's something else. Slytherin house is hated because of our reputation. It's us against the other three." A muscular boy with black hair stepped forward as Jarrett stepped back.
"I'm Marcus Flint. There will be many cases of pranks or attacks, even, on your housemates and maybe even yourself. No matter if you are friends with these people, you defend your house."
This time, Marcus didn't sep back as another boy stepped forward. "I'm Terrence, Terrence Higgs. And, you might have to fight back. But only fight back. Don't start your fights. Remember. If you wish for peace, prepare for war. Now, you all have a busy day ahead of you, get to bed." The students were shown to two black doors. The one on the right was the boys, and the one on the left was for girls. There was a small spiral staircase inside of the door, and a long hallway stretching a long way, lined with seven doors. Each one had a plaque, 'First Years' or 'Second Years', etc. Bulstrode and Parkinson were led to this dorm, while Tracy, Daphne, and Aubrey were led up the stairs and to another dorm with 'First Years' written on it.
"Well, at least we won't murder the pair of them," Tracey joked, and they all laughed. Inside the dorm there were three beds, with trunks at the end of each. They were in a line, with Tracy being closest to the door, Daphne being against the wall, and Aubrey sandwiched between the two. Their pets were on their trunks, a horned owl named Anemone for Tracey, a ragdoll kitten named Siren for Aubrey, and a pair of black rats named Confetti and Akemi for Daphne.
They had a black marble bathroom and three dressers to put their uniforms in. They had been told to pack normal clothes for weekends and holidays. They all got settled in their beds, and just chattered on for a while, talking about lessons, mostly.
"Do you guys play Quidditch?" Tracey asked. "I want to be a beater, I can't wait until I try out."
"Me too, except I want to be a chaser," Aubrey said. Daphne shook her head.
"I like Quidditch, I just can't play. It would be nice to be the commentator, but I heard Lee Jordan from Gryffindor's got the job down. Maybe next year. Well, third year. You have to be a third year to be a commentator." The three girls talked for a long time, almost until midnight.
When they finally settled down, Aubrey realized what they had talked about for the first time. The Prefects, that is. Everyone hated Slytherin house, and she was a Potter in Slytherin. Would her fellow housemates really help her?