Harry Potter, A Slytherin?
Home at last
Harry looked at the plates, suddenly they were filled with food and the goblets with drinks. Harry looked up and down his house table, at last he felt at home.
As the other Slytherins began taking the food from the plates and drinking from the goblets Harry turned to Steven Darmont, a Slytherin prefect Draco introduced to him while the sorting was going on.
"Steven?" Harry began. "Yeah, what is it?" He replied while drinking some pumpkin juice. "Is Dumbledore a little - you know - soft in the head?". Steven laughed a little at this and looked at Harry.
"Your catching on quick aren't you Harry. Yeah I'd say he is but all the Gryffindors think he's some sort of Angel in wizards clothing, their all soft if you ask me" He said.
A little happier now Harry began piling his plate with all manner of food's he could reach to. The Dursleys hand never really starved him but, then again, they'd never given him what he wanted or would have liked. Dudley had always taken anything Harry wanted, even if it made him sick.
As he and Draco were eating and talking Harry noticed what looked like a ghost covered in silver blood stains sitting a few places from Draco. "Hey Draco, who's that ghost down there?" He asked uncertainly. "Oh, my farther told me about him before we left - erm - oh yeah, he's the Bloody Baron. He's our house ghost, all the houses have one I think"
"Does any one know why's he's got Blood all over him?" Harry said. "No" Draco said with a grin "No one's been brave enough to ask him I think". As the food began to dwindle on their plates the crumbs and left overs disappeared and were replaced by the most wonderful deserts Harry had ever seen. Blocks of ice-cream in every flavour he could of imagined, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate éclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding ...
As Harry reached out for a treacle tart the Slytherin first year, who were all sitting together, began talking about their families. And Harry soon found out that most, if not all, the Slytherins were what Draco called 'Pure-Blood' which meant that they were from all Wizard and Witch families with no direct Muggle relations.
"Well, my mum's a Ministry Witch" Chris was saying "She works for the department of mysteries, I've no idea what she does. And my Dad works for Gringotts back, he's a cures breaker in Rome and other parts of the old roman empire says he'll take me there some day"
"What about you Draco?" Harry asked
"My farther, he works in the Ministry as well and he's a school governor and my Mother stays at home mostly, sometimes going out for thinks and such but our House-Elf does most of the work for her at home" He finished.
Harry, and the others he guessed, was starting to feel a bit tried and warm and he looked up to the high table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in that stupid turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose and sallow skin.
It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes - and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand on his head.
"What is it?" Asked Steven.
"N-nothing"
The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had got from the teacher's look - a feeling that Harry didn't like at all.
"Who's that teacher over there talking to Professor Quirrell?" He asked Steven
"Oh, you know Quirrell already do you? That's Professor Snape, our house-head and Potions teacher, but we all know that he'd rather be doing Quirrell's job. He knows loads about the Dark Arts"
Harry watched Snape for a while but Snape didn't look back at him again.
At last, the puddings too had disappeared and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The Hall feel silent.
"Ahem - just a few more words now we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First-years should note that the forest in the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few older students would do well to remember that as well".
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of two of the Redhead's on the Gryffindor table who were identical, twins Harry thought to him self.
"I have also been asked my Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quiddich trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to every one who does not wish to die a most painful death".
Some people around the Great Hall laughed at this, but they were few and far between.
Harry turned to Draco "He's not serious is he?". "My guess is that he is, but why should we care? There isn't anything there that really concerns us is there?" Draco pointed out correctly.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers smiles had become rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end and a long gold ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself snake-like into words.
"Everyone pick their favourite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Out heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bit of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.'
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand, and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A music beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
Steven lead the Slytherin first-years out of the Great Hall and towards the Dungeon entrance near the back of the entrance hall and they saw the Gryffindors head up the marble staircase. They were lead down the stone steps into the darkness as the sound of about twenty footsteps echoed around them.
When they reached the bottom they were lead through a series of labyrinthine passages as the subjects of the paintings watched them pass and began whispering to each other. On a few occasions Steven lead them through secret passages hidden in the walls and paintings of the passages until they finally came to a stretch of bare damp stone wall which Steven pointed to.
"This," he began, "Is the entry to out common room, each house has one and only house members know how to get into the their respective house. Each house has a password and ours, at the moment, is 'Vice versa'". After he said this a hidden door slid back and revealed the Slytherin common room to them.
It was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several large green chairs were silhouetted around it.
"The boy dorm is along the common room and down on your right, girls same on your left" Steven said pointing out the directions to them.
The downs went down the stairs to, at last, find their beds: Five four-posters hung with green velvet curtains. Theirs trunks had been brought down and were by the beds. They were all to tired to talk much, not that Crabbe and Goyle ever did say much. They got ready and climbed into bed. Harry had things he wanted to ask, but he just fell straight to sleep.
Home at last
Harry looked at the plates, suddenly they were filled with food and the goblets with drinks. Harry looked up and down his house table, at last he felt at home.
As the other Slytherins began taking the food from the plates and drinking from the goblets Harry turned to Steven Darmont, a Slytherin prefect Draco introduced to him while the sorting was going on.
"Steven?" Harry began. "Yeah, what is it?" He replied while drinking some pumpkin juice. "Is Dumbledore a little - you know - soft in the head?". Steven laughed a little at this and looked at Harry.
"Your catching on quick aren't you Harry. Yeah I'd say he is but all the Gryffindors think he's some sort of Angel in wizards clothing, their all soft if you ask me" He said.
A little happier now Harry began piling his plate with all manner of food's he could reach to. The Dursleys hand never really starved him but, then again, they'd never given him what he wanted or would have liked. Dudley had always taken anything Harry wanted, even if it made him sick.
As he and Draco were eating and talking Harry noticed what looked like a ghost covered in silver blood stains sitting a few places from Draco. "Hey Draco, who's that ghost down there?" He asked uncertainly. "Oh, my farther told me about him before we left - erm - oh yeah, he's the Bloody Baron. He's our house ghost, all the houses have one I think"
"Does any one know why's he's got Blood all over him?" Harry said. "No" Draco said with a grin "No one's been brave enough to ask him I think". As the food began to dwindle on their plates the crumbs and left overs disappeared and were replaced by the most wonderful deserts Harry had ever seen. Blocks of ice-cream in every flavour he could of imagined, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate éclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding ...
As Harry reached out for a treacle tart the Slytherin first year, who were all sitting together, began talking about their families. And Harry soon found out that most, if not all, the Slytherins were what Draco called 'Pure-Blood' which meant that they were from all Wizard and Witch families with no direct Muggle relations.
"Well, my mum's a Ministry Witch" Chris was saying "She works for the department of mysteries, I've no idea what she does. And my Dad works for Gringotts back, he's a cures breaker in Rome and other parts of the old roman empire says he'll take me there some day"
"What about you Draco?" Harry asked
"My farther, he works in the Ministry as well and he's a school governor and my Mother stays at home mostly, sometimes going out for thinks and such but our House-Elf does most of the work for her at home" He finished.
Harry, and the others he guessed, was starting to feel a bit tried and warm and he looked up to the high table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in that stupid turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose and sallow skin.
It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes - and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand on his head.
"What is it?" Asked Steven.
"N-nothing"
The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had got from the teacher's look - a feeling that Harry didn't like at all.
"Who's that teacher over there talking to Professor Quirrell?" He asked Steven
"Oh, you know Quirrell already do you? That's Professor Snape, our house-head and Potions teacher, but we all know that he'd rather be doing Quirrell's job. He knows loads about the Dark Arts"
Harry watched Snape for a while but Snape didn't look back at him again.
At last, the puddings too had disappeared and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The Hall feel silent.
"Ahem - just a few more words now we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First-years should note that the forest in the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few older students would do well to remember that as well".
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of two of the Redhead's on the Gryffindor table who were identical, twins Harry thought to him self.
"I have also been asked my Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quiddich trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to every one who does not wish to die a most painful death".
Some people around the Great Hall laughed at this, but they were few and far between.
Harry turned to Draco "He's not serious is he?". "My guess is that he is, but why should we care? There isn't anything there that really concerns us is there?" Draco pointed out correctly.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers smiles had become rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end and a long gold ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself snake-like into words.
"Everyone pick their favourite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Out heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bit of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.'
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand, and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A music beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
Steven lead the Slytherin first-years out of the Great Hall and towards the Dungeon entrance near the back of the entrance hall and they saw the Gryffindors head up the marble staircase. They were lead down the stone steps into the darkness as the sound of about twenty footsteps echoed around them.
When they reached the bottom they were lead through a series of labyrinthine passages as the subjects of the paintings watched them pass and began whispering to each other. On a few occasions Steven lead them through secret passages hidden in the walls and paintings of the passages until they finally came to a stretch of bare damp stone wall which Steven pointed to.
"This," he began, "Is the entry to out common room, each house has one and only house members know how to get into the their respective house. Each house has a password and ours, at the moment, is 'Vice versa'". After he said this a hidden door slid back and revealed the Slytherin common room to them.
It was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several large green chairs were silhouetted around it.
"The boy dorm is along the common room and down on your right, girls same on your left" Steven said pointing out the directions to them.
The downs went down the stairs to, at last, find their beds: Five four-posters hung with green velvet curtains. Theirs trunks had been brought down and were by the beds. They were all to tired to talk much, not that Crabbe and Goyle ever did say much. They got ready and climbed into bed. Harry had things he wanted to ask, but he just fell straight to sleep.