~Chapter Eleven~
The group of eleven year olds were lead up a pair of stairs towards a woman standing in emerald green robes, a green pointed hat, and square glasses, Harry saw her and instantly smiled, but remained silent.
"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I'm Professor McGonagall, in a few moments I will lead you through these doors where you will be sorted into your houses, then join in the opening feast. Your House is important, it's where you'll gain your friends, and have family. Triumphs earn your house points and misbehavior takes point away. At the end of the year during another feast the house cup is give to the house with the most points. Please remain here, until I return," with that she disappeared through the set of doors.
"So it's true what they're saying, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts," came a considerably snotty voice, Harry, Damien, and Ron looked over at him. He had blond hair and big blue eyes, icy eyes, not warm like Harry's dad.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," the boy said, causing Ron to stifle a laugh.
"Think my name's funny do you…no need to ask yours, red hair, and vacant expression, you must be a Weasley. You'd do good to pick your friends wisely Potter," Draco said.
"I'm fine thanks," Harry said, just as McGonagall stepped back out, touching Draco on the shoulder.
"All right students, follow me," Harry and Damien stepped right behind her, and she smiled softly.
"Good luck boys," she whispered as she lead them to a wooden stool with a hat in the middle of it. Harry looked up from the group and stared at his father, who smiled gently, however the man next to Harry sent pain ripping through his scar.
"Harry what's wrong?" Damien asked watching as Harry rubbed his scar.
"Nothing, my scar hurts a little," explained Harry, he watched his father looked over at Quirrell.
"Abbott, Hannah," the first name was called, Harry watched and saw the girl sit on the stool, suddenly the hat came alive, lips eyes and a nose.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat yelled, and the table to the far left clapped wildly.
"Granger, Hermione."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Longbottom, Neville."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Crabbe, Vincent."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"There wasn't a witch or wizard that didn't go bad in Slytherin," whispered Ron to Harry.
"Weasley, Ronald."
"Another Weasley, only one of you left, thank goodness, well off you go to GRYFFINDOR!"
"Malfoy, Draco."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Goyle, Gregory."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Damien Prewett!"
"Ahh, you're a smart one I see, your father, he was strong, but knows something you don't. You have a want to prove yourself, you'd do well in Ravenclaw, like your mother, but no, that's not for you, GRYFFINDOR!" Damien smiled proudly and looked at Harry. As Damien sat down he looked up at Severus, who gently raised a glass to him.
"Potter, Harry," Harry looked up at his friends and family and watched them all scoot forward, as though they would be able to hear everything.
"Ah, at last, young Harry Potter; born Gryffindor, raised Slytherin, taught Ravenclaw. You hold brains beyond all comprehension, your father taught you well. You also have a thirst to prove yourself, much like your friend down there at Gryffindor, you could prove yourself in Slytherin, and your father would be proud wouldn't he. No, no, you don't want Slytherin do you though, you want away from that, I sense it your brave, and loyal, it's all here in your head, you tell me young one, where do you want to be placed? I thought so, so be it. GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled, everyone cheered but the Slytherin table, Harry ran over to the table as fast as he could and sat down beside his best friend, then looked up at his father, and noticed the man was clapping.
At last the sorting was over, and Dumbledore stood up, Harry and Damien smiled as they watched the old wizard. He raised his hands, and silence came quickly.
"Welcome back and to Hogwarts Students, may this year be the best. A few beginning of the year announcements. The Forbidden Forest is called that for a reason, so please stay away. The third floor corridor is off limits, unless you wish to die a most painful death. You will receive your class schedules tomorrow morning, now let us enjoy the feats!" A second later the tables were lined with food, Harry smiled excitedly as he spoke his with new friends, and Damien.
"Me dad's a muggle, me mum's a witch, imagine his surprise we he found out," said a young Irish boy had had introduced himself as Seamus Finnigan, the boy next to him was talking about his grandma, he had said his name was Neville Longbottom. Ron was reaching for another piece of chicken when suddenly a head popped out, Ron screeched surprised, while Harry looked up at him.
"Hello Gryffindor," He greeted, Harry looked around and noticed all the other Ghosts coming out.
"I know you, your Nearly Headless Nick!" Ron exclaimed.
"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind," Nick stated.
"Nearly Headless, how can you be nearly headless?" Hermione asked.
"Like this," the Ghost said pulling his head off to the side, still attached by a little skin. Harry, Damien and Hermione grimaced.
"That's disgusting," whispered Hermione, Harry simply nodded looking down at his food.
The feast ended near nine that evening, and the Prefects of each house led their first years towards their house, Harry was right behind Damien and Hermione when suddenly he heard his father's voice, "Gryffindor huh," Harry smiled and looked at his dad.
"Damien, I'll catch up with you," Damien nodded and smiled, waving to Severus.
"Congratulations Damien, you're mum would be proud," Damien smiled wider and hurried off after his group, Harry looked up at his father for a moment.
"Are you mad?"
"Mad about what?"
"Being a Gryffindor?"
"Are you kidding me, no kiddo, you were born from two Gryffindors, I knew it all along buddy."
"But I was raised…"
"Like a Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, even Hufflepuff. Trust me Harry, you had the best of every world. You weren't raised to be Slytherin like Draco Malfoy, or like Ron to be Gryffindor, or like Terry Boot for Ravenclaw, or Justin to be a Hufflepuff. You were raised with a little bit of everything inside of you. No Harry, your smart, your brave, your devious at times, and your loyal. Be proud of who you are Harry, I know I am, now you best hurry up stairs, before you get lost," Severus said smiling down as his son hugged him tightly.
"Night Harry, see you in the morning," Harry nodded and hurried off up the stairs, eventually catching up with his class.
"Was he mad?" Asked Damien that evening as they got ready for bed, Harry, sleeping right next to his best friend shook his head.
"No, he said he was proud of me…Damien, do you ever wish you had known your dad?" Damien shrugged.
"Yeah, sometimes, I guess, mom was pregnant with me when he died, so I never met him, I guess sometimes I wish I had been given a chance to really know him, what about you, ever wish you had known your folks?"
"Yeah, sometimes, but other times, I just wish dad was…well my dad. Your mom, Lei, she's kinda like my mum now though," Harry said smiling fondly, Damien chuckled.
"Yeah, your pop's a lot like a father to me too, which is why they should get married, because it's pointless to deny how much they love each other," Damien said, Harry smiled. They were the only ones awake, everyone else had fallen asleep, Neville was snoring.
"Harry," Damien whispered.
"Yeah?" Harry said, falling asleep as he lay on his stomach.
"If you're dad does marry my mum, you and me, we'd be brothers right," Harry chuckled gently.
"Damien, no offense but we're already brothers," Damien smiled and put his head on the pillow, allowing himself to give into sleep.
A/N: Thanks for everything guys, I realize these past few chapters may have not been as well edited due to some minor issues, and thank you for having patience, this play is gratting on my final nerve, thank god it will be over come this week. Anyway Chapter twelve won't be up till Tuesday morning probably, simply because Monday is going to busy. Chapter Thirteen will then be put up sometime Sunday the 14th, because the play will take place only days before that and I'm not going to be home much. Thanks for the review, and I hope you've all enjoyed the sorting!
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