A/N: PeachDancer82 had an interesting comment; asking about the pureblood issue in Slytherin, with Lily being in that house. Slytherin is supposedly the house of the ambitious and great friends. When Tom Riddle came to Hogwarts he was a half blood in Slytherin but he still became head boy and was seemingly popular to everyone. In my story, being a pureblood was never really put into as a really big issue until after Voldemort came into power.

Changed Perspectives

            Draco Malfoy was still in a slight state of shock after hearing his school time rival talk about how his parents had actually been friends with the supposed Gryffindor Golden Boy's mother.

            "—And none of you have answered my question about anyone ever being reSorted."

            Shaking his head slightly to get rid of the daze, the blonde Slytherin blinked a few times before answering. "I have heard of someone… My great-great-great-grandfather on my mother's side was switched from Slytherin and into Ravenclaw. He lost his ambition to become the Minister of Magic and instead wanted to be a scholar so he switched houses. He hasn't been the only one. Quite a few people have switched houses over the many, many years… But most decide to stay in their original houses. House pride, you know."

            Harry nodded his head at the comment before hissed angrily at the snake that had inched off of his arm and was headed towards Millicent and Vincent Crabbe. "You'll have to excuse Salazar. He's never been around so many people and it quite curious to smell everything." Harry smiled at something that the snake had said to him. "By the way, Draco, Salazar says you smell nice… Would you mind if he sleeps on you for awhile? Trust me, he won't bite."

            Salazar crawled up Draco's leg and wrapped himself around his wrist, hissing softly.

            The others in the compartment laughed as they saw the normally quite calm and collected fellow Slytherin nervously shake and stare at the venomous snake wrapped around his arm. All of the Slytherins were surprised to see Harry Potter smiling serenely at them and the scene that they had created.

            "Why are you staying here with us? I wouldn't think that a Gryffindor would willingly enjoy the company of the ones to join the future ranks of Voldemort." Gwendolyn asked.

            "'We know what we are, but know not what we may become.'" Harry quoted smoothly going back to reading his book. "You may become Death Eaters one day. But for now, you are quite nice in my opinion so why shouldn't I enjoy your company? It beats being alone the whole ride to school; or with a bunch of babbling, self-righteous fools." Harry glanced up for moment. "Besides, I don't believe that any of you will be joining that idiot. 'It is a wise father that knows his own child' I find it hard that any of your parents would willingly make you join a man that would torture for everything little thing that you did wrong."

            Harry smiled again at the faces of those around him. "You are all from pure blooded families, you all should of all people know of how the families of ancient wizards live. I know that you all don't hate each other as everyone says."

            "And how would you know?"

            "A family such as yours, Draco, can't afford to those their only heir to carry on the line. If they treated you like dirt then how could they ensure that you would not leave? And besides, you all really care for each other. I don't think that any of your parents would want you to go through what they did."

            Draco nodded; staring at his supposed nemesis. "So you're planning on leaving the Gryffindork house? That's brilliant!" Noticing everyone's questioning looks he continued. "If Harry isn't in the Gryffindor house then he can't very well be put onto the Gryffindor quidditch team, can he? And I'd like to see those losers get on without him."

            Harry looked pensive for a minute. "I never really thought about that. Mind you, Fred and George are both awesome and so are Angelina, Katie, and Alicia. I never thought that I'd have to give up quidditch though."

            Pansy shrieked looking scandalized. "Who do you think that you are kidding? Once you get into the Slytherin house, which I am most assured that you will, you'll automatically be put as Seeker. Draco's been wanting to play this other position as well for awhile but no one was even good enough as Seeker to even try to be able to reach a millimeter high on your quidditch skills chart."

            Grinning, Harry turned to Draco. "What position would you play? I always thought beater was the second best position on the entire team—"

            "Damn straight," Blaise interrupted. "But you got one minor detail wrong. The beater is the best position on the team." Of course, it happened to be where Blaise was a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team. "The last beater, Avery, graduated at the end of our third year."

            "If you do get put into Slytherin, I want to definitely play beater, although I will miss being the Seeker…" Draco said.

            Harry smirked. "I have the most excellent game plan imaginable—" Everyone leaned forward to listen to what he had to say. "But I can't tell you it until after I see if I can be reSorted and put into Slytherin…"

            Everyone in the compartment, excepting Harry, groaned at the failure to hear the plan. "Sorry, no can leak plans yet."

            The compartment door opened as the woman with the trolley of foods and candies came by. Before she could even attempt to say her traditional line of 'anything off the trolley's, dears?' Draco and Blaise all quickly stood up.

            "We'll have the same that we get every year, Ms. Plumeria with an extra serving being that Harry has finally joined us here."

            The lady handed the two boys a stack of cauldron cakes, licorice wands, every flavor beans, chocolate frogs and even a few apples with caramel dipping sauce as Blaise handed over a galleon and one knut. Harry was about to put in some money when Millicent slapped his hand away. "It's a tradition. Two people always pay for the food, different people every trip. Today's a treat for us on them."

            "Good thing that Salazar's already eaten." He said smiling, finally putting down his book as a small stash of food was handed over to him. "So who's a prefect?" he asked, making conversation.

            "Draco," Pansy said. "And none of us wanted to take the second job… So, oh! There's an open position just waiting for you, Harry!" She added slyly. "Should you care to join…?"

            The rest of the trip to Hogwarts passed by relatively quietly being that no one dared to go into the Slytherin compartment.

            Finally when the time came to change into their robes, Harry had to leave the compartment along with the other boys but instead of heading to go to the restrooms he had to go back to the compartment he knew housed Weasley and Granger to get his trunk which contained his robes. As he walked into the compartment, he instantly realized that Ron and Hermione were talking angrily about him to Fred, George, and all of the fifth year boys of Gryffindor. Harry just ignored them all and the silence in the area and grabbed his trunk and went back out of the compartment again.

            "Harry! Harry, wait up!"

            The green-eyed boy turned around to see Fred, George, and Seamus running up behind him. "What do you want?" he asked, suspiciously.

            "Oh, come on, Harry! You're still our friend, even if you're not Ron and Hermione's. I'm positive that Nev and Dean are too…" Seamus said. "How was your summer?"

            "It was hell, how 'bout yours?"

            "Not that bad." Seamus answered. "We've got to go change. Talk to you later, Harry." He said smiling.

            Harry couldn't help but smile back slightly as the three boys ran off to go change. "Yeah, I'll talk to you later, if you still will after tonight—when I'm not going to be a Gryffindor anymore."

            As soon as he got of the carriages in front of Hogwarts Castle, Harry quickly ran up the stone steps and into the Entrance Hall before going into the Great Hall and heading swiftly to where Professor Dumbledore was sitting ignoring all of the other teachers. "Hello, professor." He said in a voice that showed quite readily that he didn't really want to be speaking with the man. "I'm ready."

            "Are you sure about this Harry?" Dumbledore asked one more time. "I don't understand why you wouldn't want to be in Gryffindor."

            "Yes, professor, I'm positive and my reasons are my own."

            Albus Dumbledore sighed and pulled off the sorting hat from the stool next to him. "Let's do this in the side room," he said. "Just for a little bit more privacy." The two of them headed out a side door into the lit chamber that Harry remembered from Halloween night the previous year. "And just for one last time, are you sure Harry?"

            Harry scowled at the headmaster. "Yes, I am abso-blooming-lutely positive about my decision—so will you just cut to the damn chase and put the hat on my head?"

            Albus started at the angry tone in the boy's voice. "Harry, are you quite alright?"

            "Yes, headmaster, I am perfectly alright. You see, I've been studying about chess and just came to some amazing revelations this summer… Not that you'd like to hear it all, I'm sure… So if you will please?"

            Dumbledore reluctantly placed the hat upon Harry's head. Instantly the hat started whispering into Harry's ear.

            "You seem to visit me more than any other student, Mr. Potter. What is it that you would like this time? ReSorting?"

            "Yes."

            "Let's see—I never really did think that Gryffindor was right for you but you were so insistent. Yes, you do have much of your father in you but more of your mother than you would think. No, Gryffindor was never the house for you. Ravenclaw would be understandable—what with your knowledge but I do believe that we both know what house to which you truly belong. Yes, yes, they will lead you to greatness, Harry Potter. You may be a true Gryffindor, but a true Slytherin as well… Yes, yes I do believe that Mr. Riddle did leave some of the Slytherin genes behind in you. Not that that's a bad thing at all! Just as long as you make wise decisions and wiser friends. As the real sorting time should be nearing, I should say—

            "SLYTHERIN!"

            Harry smiled and pulled the hat, handing it to Dumbledore without looking into his face and walked out of the room. As he headed out to where the school was waiting, the first years looking rather nervous in front of the rest of the student body, he noticed the badge on his robes changing from the scarlet and gold crest into the emerald and silver one. He quickly walked over and sat down next to Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. The school seemed to give a collective gasp at the sight. Harry just ignored them as always and said hi to all those around him.

            And as Dumbledore walked into the hall with the sorting hat in hand. He made a quick announcement. "As you all have seen, Harry Potter has indeed decided to leave the Gryffindor house and is now a member of the Slytherin. And now for the Sorting to start."

            And so, Harry sat by his new friends, whispering with them about who they all thought would be placed in what house.

TBC…

A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers so far… Bonnie, Jen, hippy flower, PeachDancer82, Usagi Serenity Yui Cosmos, Catchit, anna may, Guardian of Dreams, Patchfire, Kou Da Cutie, renren, thistle5, sltherinwannabe, blank, and Areviewer. If anyone wants to be emailed for updates, just leave your email address in a review or email me asking for it.

Suggestions for story—

            Should I have…

1) Harry hate Dumbledore throughout the entire story or

2) Have Dumbledore's actions be explained?

3) Fred, George, and Seamus (others if wanted) remain friends with Harry or

4) Have them hate him?

5) Have Draco like Harry first or

6) Vise versa?

Suggestions and reviews are gladly accepted.